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The Lamp
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The Lamp |
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Spike Daft Junior Member
since 2006-09-12
Posts 23CA, USA |
The Lamp On the night of my departure she lit a lamp for me And placed it in the window to guide me back home That little light I still can see No matter the distance that I roam And though the years have come and gone And I know now the light is out I still watch the horizon until dawn In my hand a photo, my voice fixed to shout To call my lover back to me To find the lamp lit in the window sill To find her, to know the light, to see But alas! my love eludes me still Yet I shall not rest until I see That burning, longing, mourning light And bring my lover home to me So still I look out every night Sometimes I dream that she calls to me With lamp in hand and smile warm Only to awake to the sound of the sea And the turgid sense of an inner storm But I will wait until age and years Come to claim my life, my sight I will wait, will stay my mourning tears Until I find my lover’s light Grey Matter Custom Images |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Welcome to PIP, Andrea! Nice writing! |
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Abiola Junior Member
since 2006-08-09
Posts 29 |
this is nice......... i loke i like....... |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Sometimes I dream that she calls to me With lamp in hand and smile warm Only to awake to the sound of the sea" beautiful Andrea... I look forward to more welcome |
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