Your Name

By Paula Lietz

 

 

kerosene lantern hisses your name

shadowy figure tries to smother the flame

I need no reminder of the essence of you

your scent lingers and mingles with dusks wet dew

wrapped in memory and closed like a cocoon

I refuse to open, safe my thoughts armoured within

cannot believe love can be laid and discarded so thin

why poets of lore penned this distress

but adds to the din

emotions are dolorously tossed to darkest depths

then swept and borne on crosswinds high

again and yet again we do bear this obscene pain

bewildered I sit with my head bowed low

buckled in unresponsive darkness I listen

to the kerosene lantern hiss your name

 

 

 

 

Paula Lietz

Copyright 2012