Let us forget tomorrow! For tonight
At least, with curtains drawn, and driftwood piled
On our own hearthstone, we may rest, and see
The firelight flickering on familiar walls.
(How the blue flames leap when an ember falls!)
Peace, and content, and soul-security—
These are within. Without, the waste is wild
With storm-clouds sweeping by in furious flight,
And ceaseless beating of autumnal rain
Upon our window pane.
The dusk grows deeper now, the flames are low:
We do not heed the shadows, you and I,
Nor fear the grey wings of encroaching gloom,
So softly they enfold us. One last gleam
Flashes and flits, elusive as a dream,
And then dies out upon the darkened room.
So, even so, our earthly fires must die;
Yet, in our hearts, love's flame shall leap and glow
When this dear night, with all it means to me,
Is but a memory!
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Beautiful poem, its just filled with emotion. Your use of words is really magnificant, keep it up.
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A sensual, evocative poem from a women's' point of view. It seems that she writes for the 'moment' knowing so well that this could be the last time she sees her man. How gently she writes of the 'dying embers', metaphoric perhaps as it is likely that this night will be forever a last memory.
Beautifully written poem of love but with the undertones of death.
Von
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