Amethysts and Grave Stones
by Daniel Arenson
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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This poem was first published in issue 4 of Poe Little Thing.
Ours was the sunrise, you said
as I lay in some hotel
looking over this city where children screamed
though tell me, has it changed?
Forever we'll have this light
though your clothes are white
your skin tan
eyes burned azure from this cruel summer
So I lit a cigarette
unable to rise
unable to talk without weeping
How can I tell you
It has ruined me
It haunts me
It broke me, and now I cannot leave
Ours was the sunrise years ago
on sand that twinkled with shells
I gave you a string of amethysts
and I laid stones upon your grave
and I lay five months, moveless, dying for you
This dead white ceiling
These old sheets, those trembles
How I prayed to avoid this place
Amethysts and grave stones I give you
still and deathlike in the sunrise
To read more of my poems, please visit www.DanielArenson.com. My first novel, the epic fantasy FIREFLY ISLAND, is now available at Amazon.com.
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