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.

About denelle

writer. artist. ponderer.

Posted on August 4, 2010, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. ha ha ha
    how redundant am i??

  2. 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. 🙂

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