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Published by Beeme on July 23, 2011 - 21:46

They say that time heals all wounds
but burns heal slowly. The scars across
your body- red-winged, head for peace.
I'm stood below with the image
of your face, singed like love itself
burns tirelessly- caressing my soul.
There will never be a day when I
don't miss you, but my hands are still.
My tears fight for me, chase your
fleeting body but today I cannot mourn.
The tears erase the sting of pain, flow
slowly backwards into the lake.
I hold your hands; their pulsing bloodstream
entwined with the tide. Your words
fall across the horizon, steady and immortal,
“Don't cry, we're free.”
There the street lights always shine.

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Silver Spun Sand | July 24, 2011 - 19:33

Something so very poignant about this, Beeme. I like it very much. Maybe a semi-colon after, 'I hold your hands; their pulsing bloodstream...' and also, in the second line, maybe 'burns heal slowly'

The last two lines, are the icing on the cake for me;-)

Tina

Beeme | July 24, 2011 - 20:29

Thanks very much Tina :)

Beeme xx

Silver Spun Sand | July 24, 2011 - 21:41

You're welcome, Beeme;-) Reads beautifully now...not that it didn't before.

Tina xx

fatboy74 | July 24, 2011 - 22:30

Heartfelt and beautiful - well done beeme. :-)

Beeme | July 25, 2011 - 23:18

Thanks so much for coming back Tina, Glad it reads best now :) Thank you very much Fatboy :)

Beeme xx

EpheLuwe | August 6, 2011 - 23:35

I love the very start. It's such a great way to open :)
Gorgeous piece.

Ephraim

Richard L. Prov... | August 7, 2011 - 11:37

This is a very impassioned poem. Well done. I suggest keeping your last line as a part of the line before, and replace last line, first word, with "as."
"Don't cry, we're free
as the streetlights always shine."
Richard LP