Reflections

Reflections run deep
The shadows within
Gentle soul shimmers
But lets no light in

Little girl no more
Dismissed with a sigh
Some tears in the night
But no one sees why

Child, now woman
Grew up just too fast
She let go her heart
Now innocence past

Deeply burns passion
But hidden the soul
Within do not look
So vulnerable

Naive and trusting
So easily torn
Another to love
No longer forlorn

©2010 Laura Eno

Wish

Just wish upon a star
O so easily done
But the wish in my heart
Is for two to be one

The shadows around me
Beckon, calling "Sweet Child,
Just lay down your head
And come dream for awhile"

As I sit all alone
In the gathering gloom
Light streaks through the window
And you enter my room

Your body soft to touch
Caressing mine freely
So full of desire
You penetrate deeply

O, if this is a dream
Let me never wake up
But the shadows call back
"Sweet Child, time is up"


©2010 Laura Eno

Treasure

It seems that it's National Poetry Month, or something like that. I don't write poetry, or at least I haven't for the last 30 years. Maybe I'll subject you to some of that ancient stuff on another day.

This one popped into my head as I was falling asleep last night - never a good sign.



Treasure

Blood red lips
A delicate ear
These are things
That I hold most dear

Now that you're gone
I treasure them more
Under the glass
For me to adore


©2010 Laura Eno