Poetry
By Shannon
Evans Bickford ©1997
hunt
wind blows
briskly
through
the
night.
a
paper tosses
and
tumbles
across
my path
i
trudge
onward.
i turn
down the
darkest
streets,
unafraid,
never
afraid.
a stray jumps
out
ahead
of me
just
another
alley
cat.
not
even a
flinch.
i head onward,
into
the depths
of the
night,
purposefully,
yet
alone.
never
afraid.
i pass the lit
stores,
the
bars and
clubs
of the
night
the
laughter
the
scent of
those
within.
yet i
remain
alone
during
the
midnight
hour
and i
walk the
streets
never
afraid.
i am on the hunt
it is
the darkest
hour
and
there is a
thirst
a
thirst deep
within.
it
must be filled
and i
hunt
onward
in my
darkest
hour
be
afraid.
Angel
All senses are
heightened,
and I look at you,
a wonder to
behold...
your fragile yet
strong pale skin,
your delicate yet
firm hands,
your purposeful
stride,
your smile..
I am swept away by
you,
my angel of the
night.
You were beautiful
before,
but your kiss..
the embrace..
has given me the
ability
to see you
in your full
glory..
and you shine,
my angel of the
night.
A delightful mix of
contrasts,
of things that
cannot be,
yet flow smoothly,
almost rhythmically
together
when put together
into the beauty
that is you.
my darling,
my angel of the
night.
Remember
I remember
your
last laugh,
your
last smile,
our
last kiss...
I
remember
how I
thought
things
would go on forever.
That
our lives,
so
intertwined,
would
never part paths.
But now, I remember
your
frail hands,
your
pale skin,
your
last breath,
and
the tear I shed,
that
landed on your ring finger,
then
rolled down your precious hand,
the
last signet of my love.
So today I remember you,
as we
were together,
before
we were torn apart,
as I
stand at your stone.
The
cold breeze blows,
and I
wonder,
when
will my end come.
I remember...
how
you said we would
be
together forever.
Kissing
it first,
I set
a white rose on the ground.
I
leave this part of me with you
until
we are together again.
I remember.