Midnight's full, and one's expressions gleam, <br /> shade thought's tomes known, and this enlightened write; <br /> upon, one's raspy lie coated tongue, <br /> wile's entry toward, lust's searing words relent. <br /> <br /> Life's twisted, sneering, closed leer lip lisps, <br /> slide off, this love's caustic verbal lashing; <br /> flowing, from our joining's true demean, <br /> midst fraudulent and shrilling anguished moans. <br /> <br /> Barren, this midyear's endless summer skies, <br /> droll dripping's speech, expressed this moment's pause; <br /> thoughts transfix, our paired dies favored roll, <br /> as love's profits flex, in one's jealous trysts. <br /> <br /> Our question's probe, at once the endings stead, <br /> one breath and mine, between our gasps expires; <br /> love listlessly said, so surely, by the way, <br /> indistinct resentments, shade these words resound. <br /> <br /> Two lives, we in reality left, <br /> souls loss, the glowing midnight beauty shone; <br /> ere long this life's twilight's mists lay low, <br /> one's worth, is prospered property no more. <br /> <br /> Imaginations ranklement pines, <br /> drink bitter's pall, to livings chequered thrall; <br /> mind's thrusts, through aching's avaricious want, <br /> warnings for fools, lust's thieving conscience rends. <br /> <br /> Through two separate hearts, time sorely cries, <br /> what now the trend, as broken is love's bond; <br /> remains, just ash and my dried tears scars, <br /> whole implies, these words this sorrowed heart heal. <br /> <br /> Life in love once lost, behooves the soul, <br /> in this quest, for smiles and breath throughout time; <br /> meaning trust's lock, without truth's own keys, <br /> ends through death, with trust just one's memory.<br /><br />michael walkerjohn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/past-thought-s-rapport/
