Signe Posted July 21, 2003 Report Share Posted July 21, 2003 There's a siren's call in madness and it's lulling me to sleep a sweet song of lustful sadness that begins a slimy creep across the web of my undoing and the fabric of my mind and the threads are slowly skewing tarnish taking their bright shine And I know my time is ending and there's nothing I can do but somehow I keep defending my memories of you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted July 21, 2003 Report Share Posted July 21, 2003 There's a melody of love That holds you when you sleep That fits you like hand in glove A cradle broad and deep A weaver of your tired mind Claiming each unravelling thread Gently tucks in each shining find Handing back when sleep has fled. And though we know our time is ending I can hold onto you Your life and love is worth defending I've discovered love through you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Signe Posted July 22, 2003 Author Report Share Posted July 22, 2003 *smiles* you've always known exactly the right response to everything I say. *hugs Peredhil* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Preprise Posted May 29, 2009 Report Share Posted May 29, 2009 I enjoyed the rhythm of this poem a great deal! I'm a sucker for strong meter. I also like the concept. Thanks for this! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Signe Posted May 29, 2009 Author Report Share Posted May 29, 2009 wow, you really went back into history! Thank you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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