Smoldering Embers
by Angela Lucius 2012
I loved you the first time I saw you
Your soul I had long ago known
Perhaps in another lifetime,
Perhaps from a dream or a poem.
From where? it did not really matter,
All I knew, was that you had been found
And I dropped everything I was living
With a sigh, in a heap on the ground
And love was easy and happy
And we danced and we laughed in our glee.
Passions burned hot like a wild fire
And we nearly burned down all the trees.
Now the years and the time have since passed us
And farther and farther apart
We let our paths be divided
Burning up all the love in our hearts
Now I look in your eyes every evening
And I wonder just who you could be
For now in this dim light so lonely
You seem like a stranger to me.
Your voice is a haunting familiar
And your smile, though rarely I see
Results in a memory so faded
Like a ghost ship that sails foggy seas
And the pain in my heart is so heavy
It burns and it cuts til I bleed
My soul dying slow from starvation
And the lack of warmth that it needs
Across the fence grasses are growing
And greener and greener they sprout
And I contemplate the temptation
To jump over and truly find out
But I'm chained to a post by the ankle
With a shackle that cuts as it binds
To a lost love that long ago faded
Yet its embers still smoke in my mind.
Release me and let my heart fly now
I'm withering slow on this vine
If we are no longer in love dear
At least give me the freedom to find.
Enough life left to keep living
Enough fresh air, for to breathe
For when the fire burns down to ashes
A fresh start is sometimes what we need.
I loved you the first time I saw you
Now it only brings tears to my eyes
And though painful it is to say goodbye
We must all move on when love dies.
Warning & Disclaimer
Please be advised that my poetry is not intended for young or immature readers and may contain content that is inappropriate for those who are faint of heart or sensitive. NONE of the poems I post are intended to be taken literally, nor are they directed at specific persons. It's poetry people, dark, tragic poetry. It's suppose to be about death, lost love, tragedy and pain..It will strike a cord somewhere..If it touches your nerves or you can relate it to something in your life or you think I am in your head, then I have succeeded as a poet in painting an emotion on a canvas..... nothing more.
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