Into the Darkening Night

By Your Side

I fumble with the keys and unlock the door
About to call your name but you won’t answer
Hanging on the wall is your coat where you left it
I reach out; feel the softness, holding it close

On the walls are your pictures
Our wedding day, all dressed in white
Joyous anniversary, smile so bright
Eyes so blue reflecting happiness

In the living room where we sat
And made love on cool summer nights
Huddling by the fire on cold winter days
Our refuge together with our books and dreams

I walk through the empty rooms
Shadows move in dusty corners
Your voice and scent lingers still
Haunting me with every step and turn I make

I open our bedroom door and enter
Our bed empty, stripped bare
Your wardrobe full of dresses
My favourite hanging on the door

I open drawers, feeling satin and lace
I gaze into the mirror where you sat putting makeup on
While I watched from across the room
You noticed and smiled as our eyes met

The necklace I bought you lies on the table
Unworn and untouched by your gentle hands
Your lipsticks, perfumes all lined up in a row
Wondering where you are on this lonely night

With shadows creeping in and taking hold
I move to the spare room and open a bottle
My only companion into the darkening night
And reading tear stained letters of long ago

I will never drink you off my mind
But the liquor numbs the pain
Until I see you again in the morning
And say goodbye one last time

As they lower you into the ground
So dark, so cold, so alone
And the black earth covers you
All the while wishing I was by your side

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Tears on Live Wires

In Your Eyes

With hearts well-traveled
We will meet in hesitation
Shared passions & shared desires
For the love we both require

Love on the horizon
Will focus our vision
There will be no indecision
For hearts so dejected

We must take our chances
For the light that is fading
No matters of opinion
Love without dissension

I see it in your eyes

Tears on live wires
Songs from love’s choir
Longing for twisted desires

You harbor suspicions
Moving in rejection
My feet firmly on the ground

We will meet by diversion
Will it end this aversion?
I will wear these thorns on my crown
And lift the burden from your brow

My heart holds forgiveness
Tick, tock, tick, tock time
Where we are is not where we were
Love has made its decision

I see it in your eyes

Tears on live wires
Songs from love’s choir
Longing for twisted desires

You harbor suspicions
Moving in rejection
My feet firmly on the ground

Motives get distorted
On this mode of communication
Love gets lost in the air
With opinions of destruction

You only hold misapprehension
There will be no intersession
It will end this obsession
And leave us with apprehension

My heart holds forgiveness
Tick, tock, tick, tock time
Where we are is not where we were
Love has made its decision

I see it in your eyes

Tears on live wires
Songs from love’s choir
Longing for twisted desires

You harbor suspicions
Moving in rejection
My feet firmly on the ground

My heart holds forgiveness
Tick, tock, tick, tock time
Where we are is not where we were
Love has made its decision

I see it in your eyes

Copyright © 2013 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Echoing Through Time

Lost Voices

Blood red poppies grow
In memory of lost voices
Gone but never silent
A mournful melody
Echoing through time

© Shawn D. Standfast, 2014. All Rights reserved

Poppies Growing

Image found on the Internet

A Summer Night

Silent Waves

Choirs sing and church bells ring
Shadows linger on summer’s eve
Twilight slinks away like a dream
A forsaken lament in fading light

Silent waves break on the shore
Receding like thoughts in fright
A pale moon rises far to the east
Casting shadows instead of light

A midnight breeze rustles leaves
Humming and swaying with glee
Cool showers dampen the ground
Silence descends, waiting for dawn

Swathes of bright light reach forth
Red and purple emblazon the sky
Stillness broken with joyous song
Its misty echo announces the day

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Trilogy in Lace

The first two poems were part of Lace Challenge for fellow blogger SJ Warner. The third poem is a prequel to the first two. I am re-blogging them here together.

Ways of Desire

Corset laced tight, tempting to eye and touch
White lace, satin and high heels are your disguise
On the road of never ending one night stands
Miles on the clock, meetings in old hotel rooms

Needing someone to hold onto you tight
Always hoping the next night will be the last
But it never really works out quite like that
Encounters fade with every touch of sadness

Walking away dreaming of the moon and stars
Alone on this dark road listening to your heart
Wondering if you’re the only one longing for more
When did time and happiness fade to shadows?

Stripped of the past, exposed for what you desire
Tears dried long ago, searching for lost chances
Passions burn as memory of rope still lingers
That one perfect moment shattered in time

Desires weep for deep loneliness hitherto unknown
Fears well up, never knowing where happiness went
Possibilities glimpsed, blurred images out of the past
Once learned the ways of desire can take their toll

Standing at your crossroads with nowhere to go
Remembering lips kissed, hands you’ve missed
The sweet taste of desires meet, passions spent
A guiding light, searching darkness forevermore

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.


A Tear Drop

Drinking holy water to wash away the pain
A deep thirst that only alcohol can drown
An immaculate conception with every sip
Pierced by thorns on this cross I must bear

Like a vision you dance across the room
Music plays softly, voices break the spell
The night breaks through my darkness
Drowning in the memory of your caress

Another day, another night without you
Your smiling face haunts me in the crowd
Eyes searching for the love we once knew
Another drink, another one night stand

Leaving before dawn, through back streets
Hiding in the shadows, dialing your number
Lines jammed with tears and broken hearts
Blinding sun rises, and with it the darkness

Curtin’s closed tight, the music plays on
Like an Aria calling me through the dark
In my dreams your vision haunts me still
Dressed so fine in your satin and lace

It’s a moment that will never come again
The price I pay for taking you for granted
Ink flows freely, words written and posted
Merely a tear drop in the ocean of our pain

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.


Finding the Strength

Morning sun appears low in the sky
A gentle breeze disturbs the binds
Lace patterns dance upon the walls

Muffled sounds echo through humid air
Running water and humming are heard
The pitter patter of wet feet on the floor

Her soft lips linger, rousing him with a kiss
The sweet scent of her freshly washed hair
Smell of fresh coffee greet his foggy mind

The voyeuristic joy of watching her dress
Stockings slide over smooth lotioned legs
Lace tops surrounding soft tender thighs

She seductively straightens her suspenders
Her moist tender skin await gentle kisses
Where silky lace meets her trembling flesh

The scent of her excitement fills the air
He inhales, savoring her musky perfume
She teases with every look and gesture

He moves forward, hands roam and caress
Teeth bite her quivering lip, stifling a moan
Her breasts heave and ache for strong hands

Beads of sweat drip from sensitive nipples
His tongue lashes out capturing a salty drop
A released bite burns with hidden desires

Her dark thoughts surface and greet the light
Her visions and dreams long held in check
Burst forth, guided by a firm hand and mind

Finding within her the strength to surrender
Conventions and reservations striped aside
Together they’ll explore the hidden corners

In the dark places they’ll mingle and grow
Shedding their shame and hatred of self
Finding release and contentment as one

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Tales Untold

A Cauldron of Darkness

Knights in shining amour searching for her prayers
Protecting her from the angels of the spire
Longing for victims broken hearted
Unholy rapture calling out her name
Pleading with saints for her undying love
Words from a tale hauntingly familiar

A fevered dream at the gates of her awakening
Unable to hold on – as if nothing else matters
For the vagrant thoughts she once had
Holding the rosary chanting words of freedom
Looking for answers in the depth of despair

Pausing for moments of silence of a former life
Stripped bare, holding nothing but dreams
Running through her thoughts like cold rain
Evaporating in the mist of lost chances
A wanderer without purpose

Clutching to fragments of experience
A weary solace not all her own
Reaching out caressing ghostly visions
Swarming on the edges of desire
Light of release finally dawning

When she could feel no more her demons ran free
Bursting forth, no longer able to contain them
Dangers lurking on the knife edge of deceit
Near the end when she could cry no more
Answers came with the fear of losing all

On the roof tops of her misery
Delights of her desires take fight
Circling a cauldron of darkness
Shadows of pleasures unknown
Dancing their seductive dance
Bewitching in their movements

A few moments more before the nightmare returns
And the harpies of doubt scream their displeasure
Harbingers of deceit and self-loathing
To float away on clouds of anticipation
For her one true desire, keeping the darkness at bay

Her knights in shining amour continue searching
For the tales untold by wandering minstrels
Songs of holy choirs, voices muted by abandon
Echo in the stillness of her thoughts and dreams
Words and music merging with fond remembrance

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.

Things Left Behind

Mirror of Preception

The sound of the wind carves out memories
Swirling in my head eroding time’s defenses
I walk through the silent rooms of my mind
Searching for the things you have left behind

The sound of your shadows enter my thoughts
Shrouding my soul, darkening sky and moon
An empty blackness reflecting pain and misery
A delirium of nothingness. no light can escape

A spiral of destruction leaving an empty husk
Tossed upon the dry winds of hatred and lies
Remembrance of better times echo at the edges
A gentle touch, soft lips, eyes deeper than time

I awaken from this fevered dream with parched lips
Thirsting for your wet kiss and never ending touch
Visions retreat into the silence of my empty rooms
Blissful memories shatter darkness, shadows fade

Opening my eyes the sun plunges into my thoughts
A cool morning breeze hums with known reflection
Thunder rolls in the distance, lightning strikes excite
A mirror of perception erupts, reality becomes dream

Copyright © 2014 Shawn D. Standfast. All rights reserved.