Hey Mike,

Mellifluous...had to look that one up. Yes, the freedom in poetry makes it more enjoyable to me...one can let go and not worry about all the rules. Thanks for the reply and the new word of the day smile

Hi Christine,

I agree with your suggestions, and made the changes. I think the only reason I had pt.1 and pt.2 was because I wrote the first part in 2005, and added the second this year. And, silly me...I made some minor changes to the first part when I added the second part but posted the original 1st part. Here's the newest version of it all.

Glad you both enjoyed it smile


Death of Heaven
© 2007 Mel

The evening sky melted like candle-wax
Exposing the void of pre-creation
Setting suns bled orange and red into the earth
And we watched with newborn awe

We were aching, yet content
This last day spent holding hands
And exchanging breath
Knowing tomorrow would never come

Turning away from the death of heaven
Walking towards the steel of the city
We made a promise
Whatever happens in the final embrace
We would not let go……

I awoke to an empty promise…
You let go


Alone in my morning, I closed my eyes
And searched for you
Through visions of sadness and relief
Of beauty in decay
For a moment, I thought I caught a glimpse of you
Struggling to separate the last dying orb from its legacy…

But I knew
It was not you I saw,
But the memory of you
And the last sun
And the death of heaven
And of us all

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