Charles Kick

Beckoning the Eventide

In the sweet eventide

The living room is empty 

Popcorn and my mind

Not holding hands

So I can only make it

Sit for half an hour

Tired being without your presence

The movie goes unfinished

Like the life we had together

And as the haunted whispers

Vault above my bed

The Erie dissertation

Moaning chills to clog my head

Oh, heart that clearly, sweetly mutters

Till I follow it from dread

And hangs me on a noose till dead

 

When morning comes

Reminding me I’m still alive

Great enchantments help prepare the way

Till every task and duty is fulfilled

Except the one to you

My heart reminds me with a witch’s scorn

With punishment both long and so severe

Lurking ‘neath the surface

Like your name

Which on my tongue does fly 

To heaven’s angels carry

Distant days bring your reply

And fear procrastinating diligence

Would indeed you from me rob

When all this aching does

Is leave me heartless with you gone