The Librarian's Revenge ©

The Librarian's Revenge ©

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a poem i wrote the leif liked :D

EXERCISESPosted by Michael Howe 14 Jul, 2009 08:58PM

When we joined lips for the foremost instance I plunged
Into the midst of winter, on mantles of snow
Frozen, white, intense and velvety, making me descend
It was a site of splendour and perfect for a moment

When we held hands for the foremost instance I plunged
Into the midst of spring, in a pasture of flowers
Stroking each one not distressing any part of them
It was humid and rewarded me the sensation of belonging

When we laid together for the foremost instance I plunged
Into the midst of summer, onto a sandy shoreline
With fine blue skies and the echo of children’s laughter
The ascend of the sun granted me with the uplifting flash of glee

When I had to depart from you for the final instance I plunged
Into the midst of autumn, in a forest of inflamed trees
Murkiness, darkness were in tow, the clatter of croaking crows
The first vision of frost made me pine for the former seasons

And then the cycle begins once more.

When you kissed me again for the final instance I plunged

Into the midst of winter, on a bitter fleet of snow

It was cold and bleak, I couldn’t see the path

I shivered and fell giving up all faith of a purpose

When you held my hand for the final instance I plunged

Into the midst of spring, into a congested room

The heat made me pass out and gasp for tone

It was too hot and I sensed I needed to breakout

As the year changed so did the seasons upon which I endured

From anguish to ecstasy I touched each emotion to the complete

But promptly I must leave with haste because autumn is a foot

So give pleasure to begin again and turn the succession once more

Without me