breadcrumbs
In the dead of the night
while children are sleeping
I walk the wet grass
on tip-toeing feet.
Deep into the labyrinth
I fly like an angel
guided by starlight,
spurred on by heat.
My hair is a comet
that streams out behind me
The wings that I wear
are a gossamer white.
I chase down your shadow
and run from your memory
I drink to your fortune
and succumb to my plight.
I pour out my heart
and leave it before you
A scattering of breadcrumbs
to show you the way.
I sit in the center
of my dark, empty labyrinth
I call out your name
and bid you to stay.
Posted on August 4, 2010, in poetry and tagged angel, comet, dark side, labyrinth, love, passion, poems, shadow, vulnerability, whining, wings. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
ha ha ha
how redundant am i??
VVVEEEERRRYYY niiiiiiice! don’t see any whining in here.
there is a really great balance between the hunt seduction and a vulnerable reveal (that which u write about so often).
think this really shows just how attractive you are.
a fave
thank you sooo much. i’m glad it came across the way i saw it…was inspired after watching an episode of a TV show. i’m glad the hunt came across, as it was what inspired me. 🙂