Wings of a Song

 

 

She looks at me with that grimace

Smeared like chocolate stains on her face.

 

Those antique rose lips mocking my heart,

Unspoken words aiming like a dart.

 

Restless emotions rising like the sun

Taking time to reach that special someone.

 

Beguiled by her musing face.

Slave chained to my own heart.

Chasing the rising sun.

 

Charmed by that sweet grimace

That impales like a dart

Imbedding that special someone.

 

She is the melody of my song

That rumbles o'er the heavens; oh so long.

 

She is the powerful wings

Of the song this heart sings.

 

© Jerry Langdon 2017

Through a Misty Dream

 

Dearest, in my travels

My heart knows but longing.

My consciousness  unravels

My dreams thronging

Mapping my  way home.

But my dearest I won't return.

My soul damned to roam

Never to see the home fire burn.

Ever but a spirit in dream.

Morpheus hath me in his embrace.

Hath bedded me 'pon a distant moonbeam.

'Tis the bitter fact I must face.

Keep a candle burning in thy ethereal window.

That I may find thee in this alternative reality.

That these surreal winds me one day blow,

Carrying me then back to thee.

'Twas promised me all would be bolder

Here in the land of dream,

But all is darker and colder.

I can but endlessly scream.

Call thy blessed name

Through this vast abbyss.

In search of candle flame.

In hopes to meet thy kiss.

'Twere as the skies bleed

My heart's longing pain.

Separated from what I need.

'Tis but thee that holds me sane.

I hear the waves beat ashore,

Yet I spy no harbor nor bay.

Naught as drear and nothing more.

O how my heart strings fray.

Alas, a light cuts the drear.

I can finally see hither the breech.

I know you are me near

As I reach the beach.

Morpheus hath harketh my pleas.

The veil lifts to colour bold.

I fall fordone to my knees.

The sands of homeland, I hold.

A grateful handfull I doth steal.

Wander to thy awaiting bed.

Sand in thy eyes that thou seeeth real.

For reality is only something in thy head.

Welcome Home my dear

To my loving embrace.

Thou shalt remaineth here

For here is now our place.

© Jerry Langdon 2017

Dine on a moonlit rendezvous

The madness of the moonlight
Lie in silent ambush
In the depths of the night.
Felt insanity's forceful push.
Thy tangerine silken dress
Pressed on thy alibaster skin,
Luring my muzzled heart to confess
My mind's ever slipping reason.
How I longed to partake thy fruit;
To indulge in thy wine.
I a victim of my inner dispute.
Should I nibble or dine?
My covert inner Hyde
Fighting to remain inconspicuous
Whilst raging inside.
Its intentions ambiguous.
Thou wast a beauteous morsel
That drank from the moon.
Thou wast a luring damsel
whom I hoped to feast soon.
My beast innerly restless
Hungering to turn thy dress crimson.
My wolf promising to be relentless.
To dine thee with passion.
© Jerry Langdon 2017