As The Candles Go Out | Martins Deep

As The Candles Go Out - Martins Deep

As The Candles Go Out

As the candles go out

and nightfall comes ambling by with

the haunting scent of the monsters in your nightmares

When I'm too far away to save your ears from the lashing thoughts of a hard day breathe. 

Dream without caution.

When the fragrance of flora fades

at the sacred place by the stream where our hearts

climb up the loftiest vaults

with scarred backs breaking under totes full of dreams

Feel for my prints on your skin

like spells to drive away depression.

Would you write a letter that will never reach the Post Office

telling how your heart is a mad rainmaker calling clouds to burst from your eyes

flooding over what cries for your breast aside me?

Would the child in you find a cradle between the lines of my poetry

for the cold night?

Light years is a light thing

for the flight of souls

seeking to make a whole

Imagination is a winged chariot

that wants to show you the holes in time.

Touch me through the wisps of smoke

from my poems that never made it to your heart

with those fingers that plucks the strings in the heart of God

Sigh and it will reach me as the evening breeze

Let me walk into your room

telling tales of the thirsty hart

running from the Sahara

to the Zambezi.

Cry- let it drizzle

I'll smile and it will be sunshine in the rain

We'll paint beauty as a mermaid

half the ugly the eyes can see

and the beauty the heart cannot embrace

I'll be here in your there

Do not let the walls keep you

Flutter on with your soul weeping

"I can't stand the winter any longer away from the fire in your heart"

Put on your red gown

Play the jazz tapes on the radio

Let memories attend you on the tomb of doubt

whether I miss home in your arms

Then fall asleep on our photo album

while I comb your hair in my mind.

- Martins Deep

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