Trembling Candlelights

A wise man once said, you can not deceive true love,
It's the bottom you reach when descending in an endless well,
A wind, like a storm passing a candle but only trembles,
The perfect game of chess, when checkmate in one move,
The rebirth of youth, when turning old and grey,
Who ever told you, that life should be this way??

Like a turtle with no shield to keep it warm from winternights?
Or a two handed broadsword with no sheath, to protect it self after knight fights?

One can only discover true love when turning on the right path,
The path of victory, so I see....
In search for the unknown entity wich has struck you by the arrow of Cupid,
Yes, you may call me stupid...
But on my quest for luck I'd rather take my chances,
It's a gut feeling, and all I can say is my gut is well trained after Burgundian feasts,
Fruits, vegetables, brandy, wine and baked beasts....
The one thing I trust in my whole life, is the candle, burning deep inside the depths of my currently aching stomach,

I reach out my hand....it shiveres,
But not in your presence,
A coincidence?? Might be.....but not to me.....Altho not religious, I do believe in destiny,

A meeting will take place some day, just you and me,
At the right side of the docks near the North Sea,
Think about it a minute or three and release me from this agony,
Step in my direction feel the warm glow surounding us,

Betrayal is a virtue in this case scenario,
I cannot fool myself any longer trapped here with stromboli,
Cut my strings, I fal down, smack my nose, wich grew long,
Lying to myself, but yet affraid to step forward,
I drink a glass of courage in wait for my reward,

You only live once.........once........
One chance to taste the sweetness of that one puzzle piece,
Life is a search to this one piece.....
I know I found it.....but yet.....it is not mine.......

Lay down.....lay down......

Curtains close.....dim the streetlights.....

Bite the dust or turn to dust.....the end of what could have been a wonderfull life....the perfect life.....

But I missed my puzzle piece.....





Poetry by Catacomb Villain
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Written on 2006-11-16 at 21:18

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FrancescaLuca
It's magnetising how our stories show similarities..
I like the poem, my confusion is the same...
Francesca
2006-11-17


BlueyedSoul
I loved this piece for its play of light against dark...its originality sets it apart from most romantic pieces. Great work.

~Blue
2006-11-16