Click on image to read the poem.Shay White
Friday, May 30, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
Best Friends
Perfect RhymeA body is weary and a heart becomes sad,
as he remembers his own face, when he was a lad.
Buried dreams, long left upon two souls apart,
resurface when recalling a once possessed, faithful heart.
He vows to change all before his time on earth is done,
and entrance into eternity, for both of them has begun.
He longs for their hearts and minds, forever to be,
as two bodies in motion, again in time like the sea.
Sentiment echoes moments of the sweetest desire,
with the memory of gazing into her eyes, filled with fire.
The dream to be one soul until the very end of time,
to again be lost within their rhythmic, perfect rhyme.
© Shay White
Monday, May 05, 2008
Midnight Rose
Roses FadeNo single blame, in a world of shame.
Intruding everywhere, a violent, murderous race.
Generations of memories unwind, unhindered,
history through the years, life rolls on, unstoppable.
One by one into tomorrow's sun.
So shall be, until the world is undone.
While waters flow and the roses fade.
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Ghost hunting . . .
Castle Ruins
A walk down a corridor of solid stone,
passing through the darkness, yet not alone.
From the corner of the eye, shadows flow,
under the faint torch light, you glimpse your foe.
Echoes of footsteps, glide through eternity,
marking the way to the spirits immortality.
Out of the shadowed hallways of the past,
a light upon long ago lives, once again is cast.
Through long ebbing tides, time still flows,
stars through empty turret windows, forever glow.
The soft breeze bears all whispers away,
as dawn dwells through yet another day.
As the sun goes down shining against the west,
the darkness once again begins to crest.
Illuminating the silken forms of wispy white,
haunting once again dark halls, of the castle ruins at night.
© Shay White
A walk down a corridor of solid stone,
passing through the darkness, yet not alone.
From the corner of the eye, shadows flow,
under the faint torch light, you glimpse your foe.
Echoes of footsteps, glide through eternity,
marking the way to the spirits immortality.
Out of the shadowed hallways of the past,
a light upon long ago lives, once again is cast.
Through long ebbing tides, time still flows,
stars through empty turret windows, forever glow.
The soft breeze bears all whispers away,
as dawn dwells through yet another day.
As the sun goes down shining against the west,
the darkness once again begins to crest.
Illuminating the silken forms of wispy white,
haunting once again dark halls, of the castle ruins at night.
© Shay White
When keeping secrets . . .
Camelot
I have yet to see the alternative.
The guarantee that will keep me going,
throughout the innocence of my motions.
The ordeal that harkens to Camelot,
and to the ending of the world within.
The power to use my knowledge for personal gain,
is a conspiracy that my heart is not willing to accept.
I feel that I have been dragged under,
the weight of this responsibility, without which,
I fear I would falter and give in.
© Shay White
I have yet to see the alternative.
The guarantee that will keep me going,
throughout the innocence of my motions.
The ordeal that harkens to Camelot,
and to the ending of the world within.
The power to use my knowledge for personal gain,
is a conspiracy that my heart is not willing to accept.
I feel that I have been dragged under,
the weight of this responsibility, without which,
I fear I would falter and give in.
© Shay White
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