“ Basket of Apples” — by: Levi Wells Prentice
PROLOGUE
~
By her fateful death — dreams matter little
freezing solid my beating heart of love
passion has been made fragile and brittle
at this tragically fatal moment
its confusion’s turmoil I feel inside
blossoming to my soul’s searing torment
by virtue of moon’s cold careless beaming
freezing hard my tears of sorrowed grieving
passion is shattered beyond redeeming
at the frigid depth of my dark sorrow
its unclenching fist has dealt a deathblow
blossoming dreams will have no tomorrow
~ ~
Moonlight
keeps dark at bay
relentlessly pressing in
as night wind stirs
coldly mocking
my sorrow
her life now lost
beyond this chill
that envelops me
this night
has made rigid
my longing heart
by freezing passion
at its blossoming
no emotions
save grief
and guilt
I was not here
you were alone
I did not hear
I found you there
by the broken stair
apple basket spilled
was there a grasp-less hand
on the wooden rail
was an ankle bent
did a sure step fail
was there a futile cry
that fell silent
in the sunset
those tender lips
will not know again
sweet fruit
nor love
once softly kissed
now lifeless
blackness presses in
as my tears
begin again
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rob kistner © 2022
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