HAUNTING SEARCH

I know … It’s late
The dew laden plains reaching up
Caressing the threads of my velvet red cape
I course through bewitching woods

Night after night I flit through moonlit paths
Surveilled by the all seeing, ever knowing owl
Distant howling of the prairie wolf
My tragic past finds no rest, enmity on the prowl

Soul searching, I endlessly roam the castle hallways
Why does my weary spirit find no rest
Why dost it search and toil in vain
We are now worlds apart, both physically and spiritually … in pain

Haunting forgotten rhythmic heart beats
Remind me of distant days gone by
In frenzy I search, In longing I cry out
But no sound emanates from what’s already dead

I know … it’s late
I cannot find my true love
He’s gone, I’m afraid
The haunting sounds of midnight
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Posted: Apr 2019
About this poem:
Different to the types of subjects I normally write about. Up late one night ...

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