Note Forty-One

Note Forty-One

Draft 2

By: Chase L. Currie

 

She slept in the

Shadow of my hope

This wasn’t a dream -

 

I watch with skeptical uncertainty

Of the dreams waltzing behind

Her lovely rich honey eyes

 

My lips softly brush

Her farewell

The duty of my Calling

                                Rings for me

 

She stays slumbering in my sheets

Her aroma hugs me

As I flee into the Night

                                To find ghouls and ghosts

           To foxtrot with a few devils

 

She sleeps there

As the gashes which keep

Me from lying beside

Bleeding and hissing

 

I stare ahead in the

Dark Woods waiting for the eyes

                                To stare back at me

Knowing my love is wicked with sinful taint

 

How I wish to touch her

                                Kiss and love

                                Hold and secure

 

The shadow of my hope departs

Leaving me standing afar

                                She sleeps in Morpheus’s bed

Where I am not welcome -

Reviews

[Just Kim]

Bravo on a well written write, it feel kind of passionate and nice really. To know that one cares to be by ones side.... nicely written

[CLCurrie]

Thanks, I had a good and bad time writing this one. It is funny how much emotions can come from a few lines strolling to me from my past. But I am super happy you liked it.