Every time I close my eyes the world
comes to a dead end. I am lost in the
darkness. Can you hear me? Perhaps
I imagined you inside my head.

She walks, a form of loveliness, akin to
moon at night. I can hear her desperate
plea. ‘Come save me’ Oh passion sways
despair. We reunite.

Fire and water. Such is their verse, and
though they seemed worlds apart, there
is a hint of common ground. Speculate,
what if they had met!

 

Photo credits:Β We Heart It

Process note: 1st stanza is (Sylvia Plath) 2nd stanza is (Lord Byron)
and third is (Moi)

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads