Empty Shadows #44

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Empty Shadows #44

Draft 1

By: Chase L. Currie

 

The hand stopped but

                The smiling moon was out

Gazing at the heavens with me

                Death stopped to sit

We both watched the night

                Filled with my echoing loneliness

Flickering like a lone candle

                Or falling like the last rain drop

He sighed takin’ his cap from his moon kissed head

                The crawl was long

Sometimes, he came with a pounce

                But this time he came to sit

‘Lovely night,’

                ‘Ah, it is to my delight,’

As I stared at the dead watch shaking my hand

                He grinned a skeleton smile

Puffed on his pipe watching

                ‘Life,’ he almost wept,’ is my delight,’

Sad to know he can never touch her then

                So, I - and maybe - you

                                Will love for him?