Black night sky stippled with lights.
Falling in showers of passions delight. 
Forest deep where lost dreams do live.

In the forest there can be found a treasure chest.
A golden chest.
Wherein dwell a collection of hearts.
Ripped out, but tied in sinewy balls.
Encased by perfect vessels.
Sent there for a spot of palliative care.

Abandon by souls of lost lovers.
Romeo and Juliet’s both stuck in there.
Still captured in love’s young dream.

Maybe the souls of poets trapped.
We are a weird bunch.
Stranded inside the land of words.
In the land between light and dark.
Somewhere lost along the way.

Within our play on words.
Summed up in a pun.
Such fun.

By ladylivvi1


© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)



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