The breeze sways the languid arms
Of the willow trees
Light and carefree
The swallows sing from a private world
Distant
From the eyes dividing you from me…
I want to live in their world
Of natural order.
To feel touch upon the flesh
Of words unspoken
When lying broken
On warm summer nights
Just a touch
A token
Of genuine comfort…
Is all I want from the world
Of natural order.
But the sun bows to the moon
On cue
Bringing the slanted shadow of lies
And deception
Too soon
Much too soon
Lies I long to believe
But I know now
As I knew
Then…
I no longer live in the world
Of natural order.
Oh how I’ve fallen from all I held sacred
Let the poison of dread
Invade my bloodstream
Coursing red
With the violent
Acrid
Stench
Of the undead
Wafting from each word written
To each word you left
Unsaid…
I only wanted to embrace the world
Of natural order…
Simple
Loving world
Of natural order.
Just let me bleed
As I have bled
Across the borders
Of nations
Walking the night
Forever
Singing the songs
Of the dead
Capturing the sight
Of all
That was never said.
The willows
Will not sway for me
Ever
Again.
©Jen2010 7–19
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Lovely write Para. Though I prefer the unnatural order I understand its fascination.
That’s cuz yer a vampire..