lithedark

Step inside my chamber dear, shrug away the cold.
Come and sit beside the fire, tell me what you will.
I will listen long my dear, putting thought to quill.
Tell me what you have to say, I’ve been waiting for you here.
Tell me that you’ve come to stay to stop the flow of tears.

Look into my eyes, my dear, tell me what you’ve seen.
Silver sails and hidden trails for which I truly yearn,
Tell me that you felt it too, felt the passion burn.
You’ve seen so much and know the world, I can only guess,
Have you come to be with me, or forsake me for the rest?

Let me hold you close, my dear, take in the starry night.
Give me words you’ve learned while gone, whisper in my ear.
Tell me til the sun does rise, chasing stars from here.
Your eyes are wet with sadness dear, tell me what ails you?
Amber orbs of love and care, wet with sadness’ dew.

I thought this was different! It’s mostly the same and the speaker is very selfish. The girl with the amber eyes has forever been my metaphor for the girl I love. Turns out her eyes were blue. Thanks for reading.

Shining blinding silver lining, kills the shadow in your eyes.
Gleaming beaming brilliant streaming wipes away your simple lies.

If no discourse, plain to see, can come to save my life,
Frustration wells up within me, no dull edge on this knife.

I back away and get down low, for there is no escape.
Pain and darkness only grow, both nurtured by your hate.

Time within and time without, some aspects never change.
Still as stars there is no doubt, my passion knows no range.

Pretty yet trite words; ho-hum. Again I use life/knife. Thanks for reading.