Month: February 2020

Bedside Table

Byron, Goethe, Baudelaire
rest upon the nightstand where
they relate their worlds to me
from long dead eyes, through words
still see.

And their flesh in leather bound
though silent save each leaf’s sound
is warm as life and breathes new born
from yellowed pages, cracked and worn.

Their verses are my candle’s fire
burning light on those desires
that from my own mind must escape
and in such patterns be reshaped