Get Rid Of The Advertisements

a smile, lays dead upon the lips
and eyes, moon bright, now eclipse

breath's sigh, on wind, doth fly away
as alabaster turns to gray

in shades of silence, sweet hush of night
moon's luster hidden, nor stars shine bright

the lungs of earth, exhale the day
as wisps of mist, obscure nights way

cold finger tips, of dew doth raise
and nestle deep, in chiseled eyes

till tears of night, flow free again
as if the gods

By seelie

© 2017 seelie (All rights reserved)


Read more poems by  seelie
Send this poem to a friend
Read viewers comment(s)

This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with cherrykc (Cherry) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)

The Starlite Cafe Discussion Board | Home

Back to Previous Page