Poetry

Hold on tightly, with unwavering eyes, like you've found the one moment of your life.

Say it quickly all in one breath like you're dying and singing the blues.

And fall, through the astral void of her eyes,

A changeable blue like the skies.

Today they are stormy, almost grey.

Grey is a romantic colour - uncertainty is grey.

I catch my breath, in a gasp,

And swallow a mouthful of dreams - gone.

Long ago when I walked down the pages,

Of a book with my mind.

My hope suspended in another time.

She is trapped in a tower.

Far above the ground.

Where a dragon breathes a fire,

That burns with the passion of lost lovers.

I feel the cold of this lonely path.

I am forced to march,

To the drumming beat of my heart.

Military styles, and a long way down.

It's butterfly beat becomes a metallic sound

Click Click Click.

Where is my prince now?

The coward, ran away,

With his honour and his useless gun.

Afraid of the Love Dragon.

I am clutching at thin air.

I lost my hope in despair.

When my prince became a thief.

Who was never prepared to save me.

He only came and stole a kiss.

Faith, in the dream of an ever after.

In absolution, where success lives,

And you marry life, in a moment of bliss.

I hope that we have a soul, at the end of all this.

Life which is all about ends.

From that first blink of the eyelids,

To that succulent mouthful of medium- rare meat.

Just before we know we must die.

We might gain a little more time,

To laugh, but more often to cry.

In the end people will say.

A pity - she died of the cancer.

"So young" or "she lived a good life".

And shake their heads.

Trying to forget the looming reality.

Of their own death.

Life lives at the edge of destruction.

So I shake hands with the day.

And agree to fair play.

I'll grant you a smile and many good times -

Just send a rainbow my way.

And that girl with quintessence in her eyes.

Who dared to live an extraordinary life.

And struggle for the dream on a checkered board.

Finally to call "checkmate!" and blow me a kiss.

I wish her luck down the slipstream of...

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Evelyn McNamara. 29th of June @ 2:52pm.