keep this silent thought with you, <br />tonight, my darling lover, <br />in the flamboyant decorum <br />I'm reading Poe's poem.. <br />it's called 'The raven' <br />just wait..it's 'Nevermore'.. <br /> <br />I see the vapors of a dream <br />as they slightly fade away <br />the door that cracks; <br />Oh! the moment..the tension <br />'nevermore' again; <br />the reverie lies in suspension! <br /> <br />how could he create such vision? <br />was he dead..was he..alive? <br />or was the night too deep, <br />the opium smoke too thick? <br />maybe..it was the wine. <br />or the sparke of his mind <br />reflected the shine of his eyes? <br /> <br />the shadow appears on the wall <br />disturbing the stillness of his soul, <br />but where had the dawn gone <br />for so long? <br />it's way too long.. <br />the sounds he hears begin to take form! <br /> <br />sheltered by a nocturnal sanctuary <br />this unwelcomed visitor, <br />came closer to the candle light.. <br />therefore, <br />the wine was spilt on the floor <br />the raven whispered: <br />just wait..it's 'Nevermore'..<br /><br />Whispers Of Night<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poe-s-reverie/
