I tiptoe back
into my cave
here I know
no love
and my dreams
are slaves
the walls they’re
painted with
a man and child
that have no faces
I am unaware
of the setting
and rising of
the sun
because these
walls prevent me
from seeing changes
notes of promise
are left at
my doorstep
letters dated
weeks before
by men
who’ve waited,
but wandered,
ignored
I must emerge
for work and play
but the delights
of the cave
forever tempt
me to stay
where I can
dream in
the dark,
write by
match
and
flame.
-
Follow
Following
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
MAMA BIRD 
That was up and above the charts! Wow! x
Gosh, you’re like one of those unforgettable overly enthusiastic school teachers! I feel like I just got a gold star! Thank you, you are so kind and motivating!
Love it! ((P.S. it’s Ally :-))
Ally! So kind!!
I always find something to savour in your words. Deliciously enigmatic and yet with undercurrents of untamed emotion
. “here I know
no love
and my dreams are slaves” Very nice indeed.
A little dramatic no? LOL, as always…thank you!
I like your imagery. I’m subscribed!
Looking forward to hearing about the man and child’s face’s when they are filled in.
Thank you so much! You’d better stay posted for some time then!
Oh I will! =)