 Wednesday, May 19th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
In a Darkened Dream
In a darkened dream the stars fall
Never seeing the dawning morn,
Never shining upon the still waters.
In a darkened dream hope sighs,
Fearing the light’s brevity of time.
When in journey the resting mind
Seeks the hardened corners below,
There is colder fog that rolls anon.
The freezing breath seeks the fire,
While it lurks hidden in pits of stone.
Yet memories stir the dwindling coals,
And the slumbering beast of desire
Uncoil into unmanageable tendrils.
They reach into the black quietude,
And leave their searing scars.
In a darkened dream Medusa screams.
Her writhing diadem in scorn’s reply
Changes all love to stone.
©
February 22, 2002 Marissa A Spencer
ps.. I am a bit more cheerful than that most of the time lol
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