Secrets flourish in my heart wrapped in ivy
they bloom like flowers beneath the snaring vines
which bear poison rotting fruit,
which my heart feasts on.
They are tempting like the stars I visit nightly
so my heart pumps poison blood through my veins
which rushes to my brain mute,
made to suffer too long.
Cut through the ivy snare, rip it from my heart,
dig the dagger into my breast.
Free these secrets of mine;
I've been made to suffer too many nights
Rid me of this tainted blood, let it depart
Ease the burden on my chest
Take me back to the stars where I shine
Let it bring me to heaven in wingless flight.
(27th July 2013)
YOU ARE READING
Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
