Last of the Sun
Last of the sun highlighting the clarity of day Now the shadows spawn and spread Quiet Almost unseen She walks in a different mood Her dress falling to the floor like a quilt of flowers I can’t help myself but watch Hypnotized The whole house dark but lit with her glow The outside world reduced to strangers The slow dance of her night fulfilling Capturing my haunted soul.
There is no sleep when she is beside you The bed cradles her like a pearl You stare as she sleeps Her dreams not yours You can still taste her sweetness For she is your drug You would steal for her Kill for her But she would not want you to And the night takes her out to the sea Where she walks on water And you cannot follow.
There is some sickness keeping me from you I’ve always had it since birth You have been healed by your beliefs I question everything Trusting nothing Or myself I dwell in my own darkness My own doings Quick now Run away from me Before the wind blows through your hair Before the sun uplifts your face Casting me down To your feet Where I belong Crawling through the sand like a snake But somehow I sense You will take me in Giving me a spot of light.
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write poetry and draw unusual works of art. He can be found on Twitter @papapoet.