I’ve killed tonight, <br />I’ve let it bleed to death, <br /> <br />A sweet remembrance, <br />A fantasy smoother than silk, <br /> <br />Silvery seagulls in the night sky, <br />They fly somewhere, <br /> <br />Ships in the harbor, <br />They sail with a destination… <br /> <br />Only my own course I do not know, <br />Maybe I’ve lost my compass, <br /> <br />Maybe I’ve lost the map, <br />Or maybe, just maybe… <br /> <br />I’ve lost my love! <br />It drifted away from me, <br /> <br />It’s the rhythm of waltz, <br />It’s your fault, <br />My tears don’t cease to appear! <br /> <br />©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission! <br /> <br />This is a poem from 'Life in Elysian Fields', a poetry book dedicated to my grandfather. You can download the free poetry eBook from this site: www.esnips.com/doc/896dd61c-ed80-4e8d-998f-5138a407c28c/Elya-Thorn-Life-in-Elysian-Fields<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-murder/
