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Some of our truest loves, lost in some entity of our own makings, forever lay awake in the dreamings of what might have been. Often, we lay with them in sweet dreams of rememberings attempting to re-experience the magic of the moment while trying to elude the hauntings of their demise.


Oft' upon the twilight's yawn
Of misty midnight's passing
Above the clouds of ghostly shrouds
Whose shadows want for casting

I lay awake at memory's gate
Yet hesitate surrender
As whispered wisps of promised bliss
Entice my heart to enter

And alas, again, I'm drawn within
But half against my wantings
Seduced in debt's unrecovered bets
Well worth their weight in hauntings

Where the candle's light yet burns as bright
As the fire it once ignited
And unenhanced the shadows dance
Unwelcomed, uninvited
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4 Visitor Comments

Wow!I loved the rhyming scheme and the visual imagery. Poems of this quality are truly rare.
Almost ethereal!
Wonderful work, Randy, it truly caught my eye. Please notify of any more of your work.
This poem told of the reality of love, you want to be a part of it but there are so many uncertanties.

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