Kiss Of The Lanterns Poem by Adrian Antique

Just like every season,
We glow with our own reason …
Then suddenly spark and burn …
And die down like a candle lantern.

Lanterns we hang above our front doors
Like dream pillows of many colors -
They make us look up and pause for a while …
And mumble love songs with a smile.

Love is often strange -
It holds your hand, embraces you
And never wants to change …
Then in a glimpse of wings, it flew.

So, I fly, with or without wings …
To live on, to forget, to go away …
To again see that sunshine in my mornings
And once more find faces that will stay.

Faces almost always come and go;
Although the ones that matter are very slow …
So slow that they kiss and leave scars -
On the hands that show them their stars.

Stars are really the magical eyes of night -
They make me wish for other names that might
Change my dreams and weave more tomorrows
But until then, I must sleep beneath your glows and shadows.

adrian b. antique 3.11.24