Tuesday 13 March 2012

Painted Dream

Painted Dream

After many
haunted years,
he saw her
standing in
the loneliness,
her hair
flying in the breeze,
half closed eyes,
her cheeks
so cherubic,
lips so tender,
her curves
so voluptuous,
the fire in her loin
so blazing,
and finally
back to
the look in her eyes,
he saw
as he saw
it in the coffin
she was lying,
after writing
a final letter
that told him
of his black heart
which butchered
her love for him.

And he woke up
from the nightmare
which he thought
was a painted dream.

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