Wax tears of the moon child
Tell me man of the water
Talk to me child of the moon
When are you going to bury
The heart that whispers the tune
Of a song of a love long withered
Of a chance that was thrown on the fire
Nail the lid on that ageing casket
And join the throng of living desire
Because these are wax tears my angel
That burn the skin as they fall
And you'll remain a stain in that window
Until you break the pain of it all
© 2005, Alan J Stuart
[Tagged as Poetry]
Talk to me child of the moon
When are you going to bury
The heart that whispers the tune
Of a song of a love long withered
Of a chance that was thrown on the fire
Nail the lid on that ageing casket
And join the throng of living desire
Because these are wax tears my angel
That burn the skin as they fall
And you'll remain a stain in that window
Until you break the pain of it all
© 2005, Alan J Stuart
[Tagged as Poetry]
posted by Alan S at 11:45 pm
1 Comments:
i came to your site by way of BlogExplosion and I am glad that I did. this is a very good poem, it is well said and I like it very much
David
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