The Room at the End

From the dark that huddled near the top of the stairs
Your own darkness rose - shadow, then candle light
Down the quiet long hallway, then soft silent footsteps
To the room at the end where I waited, not knowing
I was waiting or for whom until you entered and paused
Beside my bed . . . dropped your darkness like a gown,
Stood for a moment gazing out of the moon-lit window.

Your hand hovered over the candle flame as though
You meant to hold it, and then softly snuffed it out.
Night after night now I wait for you to come again,
Turn away from the window and leave the candle lit.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-04-17 at 19:07

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Doreen Cavazza
Beautiful imagery. This one gave me goosebumps. It's haunting and passionate. Fabulous creation!
2011-04-20


ngaio Beck
Well-written phantasm.
2011-04-19


shells
Ghostly beauty shines through this ethereal piece.
2011-04-18


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2011-04-18


Shas Ramlogan
Agreed. Simple but beautiful.
2011-04-18


Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
Mystic and beautiful
I liked it too
2011-04-17



I think this is great
2011-04-17