Heart of Woe

Coffee Mugg
Gentle steps of night,
Creep so slowly in thy fear,
A candle shining bright,
A glisten of her tear.

Shadows shown what lies ahead,
Morose in all thy icy morn,
Till the falling night of dread,
Glimmer pale her adorn.

Hopes expire,
With meaning dream,
Wings of fire,
She does gleam.

I ignore naught of breast,
Fair woman body fair,
For in her bed she does rest,
Incense in the air.

Visions past azure sky,
Moon dreams candle set,
Magic of her face on high,
Flower divine at best.

Deep in his heart of woe,
Soul remorseful torturer,
Whence love he must go,
Trailing light capture.

Published by Coffee Mugg

I am a 60 year old male, born and raised in Alabama. Have been in construction most of adult life, and had lived in Orlando Fl for over 30 years. Have now come back to Alabama. Could be considered an expert...   View profile

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  • Linda Ann Nickerson 1/9/2009

    The muse is on the move.

  • Susan Anderson 1/4/2009

    wonderful work!

  • Linda Ann Nickerson 1/3/2009

    Dreamlike and eloquent.

  • susie 1/3/2009

    gorgeous... just like you :)

  • 3lilangels 1/3/2009

    wow, wow!

  • Tussy 1/2/2009

    Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful.

  • Harriet Steinberg 1/2/2009

    Great poem as usual

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