Stolen Night

I slept away the centuries

My breath was all that stirred:

Its steady rhythm

Was the ebbing flow

Of life,

As my empty chest

Rose and fell

With the mighty

Battle cries 

And love's lament

Fell against my ears,

And their consequence

Sought my consciousness,

That lay too deep

To be

No screaming birth,

Nor death the same,

Nor man who lived

Without a name,

Was the kiss

To draw my eyes

From wondrous dreams,

As the sky

Covered earth with her tears

All was still

In her last breath

When I woke as love 

And knew You 

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Was the kiss
To draw my eyes
From wondrous dreams,'

this has to be my favourite of yours i have read. love the whole concept of sleeping for centures and waking as love, absolutely breathtaking the last lines so profound. really enjoyed.