Sunset.
A smile catches my lips
as I stretch. Rise.
Sleep finally vacates
it's hold on my limbs.
I'm ready.

Outside.
The last dying light
paints the sky
with rose dipped circles
of forgotten gold.
I'll wait.

Tonight.
Dust from my catacomb
is washed by night's breeze.
You ask - 'Are coffins true? '
Unfortunate, but necessary...
and quite relaxing.
You shiver.

Eternity.
In just one night
all I see, smell, taste,
lingers longer than love.
Heartbeats fade,
surrendering life.
I smile.

Sunrise.
Bittersweet tormentor
chasing me home
to the earth of my chamber.
I dream of tomorrow.
With life on my lips...
I'm satisfied.

16/6/08

Viola Grey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slight-obsession-with-the-immortal/