RavenQuill
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Here is a poem from my book Tattered Daisies, published 2005. Just sharing, but comments and critiques are always welcome.
Betrayed
The mask, he pulls across his face
Before they go to sleep,
Then clings in desperate silence to
The secret he must keep.
She cannot know that passions brew,
That yearning swells inside,
Nor that his heartbeat whispers of
A love he has to hide.
She cannot know the images
That lie within his eyes,
The tears that fall unchallenged for
The love behind the lies.
So as the shadowed hours pass
And sleep upon her falls,
He prays she cannot hear the voice
As restless memories call.
He prays his heart be silent as
He steals a moment's bliss
And that his lips do not betray
The memory of the kiss,
That shadows hide the glow we spur
From fanning secret flames
And she not see her piece of him
She's lost to me again.
Betrayed
The mask, he pulls across his face
Before they go to sleep,
Then clings in desperate silence to
The secret he must keep.
She cannot know that passions brew,
That yearning swells inside,
Nor that his heartbeat whispers of
A love he has to hide.
She cannot know the images
That lie within his eyes,
The tears that fall unchallenged for
The love behind the lies.
So as the shadowed hours pass
And sleep upon her falls,
He prays she cannot hear the voice
As restless memories call.
He prays his heart be silent as
He steals a moment's bliss
And that his lips do not betray
The memory of the kiss,
That shadows hide the glow we spur
From fanning secret flames
And she not see her piece of him
She's lost to me again.