the midnight toll

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, October 9, 2010 2 comments

oh, as you hang the semblance of my soul

where all the world will find their fortuned dreams

the piece of you that feeds the midnight toll

of grainy time still aches a brighter theme

i see it while you keep me held up high

despite the allegory life can claim

you know my silky touch can make you cry

i am the poverty you know by name

through autumn we will dance a faithful prayer

and know of nothing more than whimsy thought

i sense how deeply you feel you must bear

the dark vexatious reasons fate had wrought

yet if you found how much i still believe

that you're capricious for my sake, i fear

you'd let me go to find your own reprieve

then all my happiness will disappear

my calico desires would be in vain

and you would be the wanderlust i long

'til beauty mingles with our hearts again

the night would think to sing our final song

but covet me and i will give you breath

for every duskiness my grace will sell

and mend the fabrication of your death

with love's true needle to enchant you well

i may be just a pendulum to keep

forevermore amid the summer skies

but you're the truth of why nature will sleep

in such a faint encumbrance through my guise

so as you hang the semblance of my soul

where all the world will find their fortuned dreams

the piece of you that feeds the midnight toll
of grainy time will settle for this theme

Joanne Olivieri said...: The imagery in this piece - exciting.
The photo - says it all.
Fantastic post.; October 9, 2010 at 4:21 PM
Anonymous said...: I love this...

"you know my silky touch can make you cry
i am the poverty you know by name"

I agree with Jo. The imagery is wonderful!; October 13, 2010 at 2:55 PM

empirical shadows and beautiful light