When your eyes
Became white doves
In sleep above
The dreaming hour
I watched you slumber
My burning tower.
I cradled your thoughts
Burning deep desire
Passion rising
Higher higher
Watching from
My burning tower.
As night grew dense
Wild eyes frayed
Seeking, searching
A deeper place
As you slumber
My burning tower.
In moonlight
Roses weep
Trembling stems
A silence keep
In your slumber
My burning tower.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
A metaphor here of a burning tower. A guide, a passion what ever the burning might be it leads through the poem to the end. Very nice
as always much appreciated thanks
An interesting and enjoyable write, is the burning tower the heart?, or am I way of sink here, enjoyed the read
correct, the burning heart, thanking you, appreciated
You are very welcome
An elegant, vivid poem in the tradition of the purest love lyrics. Beautiful!
very kind comments, thanking you, much appreciated
Great write
glad you liked it, much appreciated, thanks
You're welcome
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