What Lingers
© 09-09-09, Olan L. Smith
Wishing demise arrives, not by natures design,
Rather through human diagram
Sketch not in sand or written on water—
No—with more permanence—
The knife makes it mark upon your soul
Engraving in life—death.
Was a plan born of tears and birthed by fear
Till sleep overcomes and dreams replace
The horror of day
Revealing angels—fairies,
And elves dancing upon your countenance
As earlier desires discharge from your thoughts.
And parallel worlds merge
Tightly clutched between sleep and wake,
A hand connects and caresses flesh—
She speaks and lures you to the realm of alpha/beta waves,
"Stop, I will reveal the secrets of the universe."
You reside with a bona fide phantasm,
Commune with an unearthly essence,
As you rouse her apparition fades not,
But waves and blows a kiss. What lingers is radiance.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith
PoetryThis collection is a gathering of most of my older poems, both published and unpublished, making it easier to find my poetry.
