Standing together on the barren plain of night
I watched you strike a match
and bring light to this wasteland
All around us there came crawling shadows
seeking you out, the calling flame
and visions of paradise once far out of reach
that seem now a wave on the horizon
Your lips spoke of fate
your hands reached out to take hold
pull me into the warmth of the flame
and calm the raging storm behind my eyes
As the shadows crept over us
the wasteland became a mirror for the night
and away at the edge the wave began to crest
ready at last to overtake the empty shore
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Re-watched Stalker (1979) the other day. I think it’s the fourth time now, and every time I watch it I find something new that blows me away. Tarkovsky was a master of film with no equal.
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7 responses to “You Spoke of Fate”
This poem really touched my heart.
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That means a lot (:
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Stunning lines, as always.
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Thank you Rhen! I’m loving the poetry you’re posting on your site as well. Great stuff (:
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Thanks so much, I appreciate hearing that 🙂
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I like the pace, cheers
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Thank you (:
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