Refrain
4-1-11
I am the shine beneath your eyes,
the blooming spark that never dies.
This shadow at your windowpane
will never silence my refrain.
When all the blood within you dries
I am the shine beneath your eyes.
With dark tangled around the sun,
your skin’s color might bleed and run.
But when starlight drowns in the shame
and when you quench the candleflame,
I am the shine beneath your eyes,
the call that bids you still to rise.
When nightfall sets in like a doubt
the bottom of your heart falls out.
I’m the hope that flutters and flies,
I am the shine beneath your eyes.
4-1-11
I am the shine beneath your eyes,
the blooming spark that never dies.
This shadow at your windowpane
will never silence my refrain.
When all the blood within you dries
I am the shine beneath your eyes.
With dark tangled around the sun,
your skin’s color might bleed and run.
But when starlight drowns in the shame
and when you quench the candleflame,
I am the shine beneath your eyes,
the call that bids you still to rise.
When nightfall sets in like a doubt
the bottom of your heart falls out.
I’m the hope that flutters and flies,
I am the shine beneath your eyes.
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My "reject poetry" (the stuff I don't necessarily want to post on the writing forum I'm on) sometimes gets put on either my blog or facebook. I hadn't put one here in a while. This is a quatern, and it is written from the point of view of faith.
1 comment:
I liked this a lot...I don't think it's a "reject" poem. :P *hugs*
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