Love Poem

in my dreams last night
you were a poet
who pulled words from
the pale womb of sky
to give them life-
though you arranged them to die
upon your pages
their final resting place

and I thought to myself
there could be no sweeter death or
tomb in which to rest
then the places where your eyes would always turn
to look for meaning

by Amberlee Carter

Comments (2)

V. simple and beautiful poem. Your work is impressing, subtle and delicate, thanks. -SB
I like the imagery of this poem - very original