Poetry:

Suffer Prelude Love

The door swings violently open, and a Hall is bound.
Footsteps, warm footsteps of those to be found.
Gray: a light blinds the black-winter way.

Stretch Great Hall: make those steps dancing images [far off]
Keep those who could mend, far from this.
Never let in the happy tragic day. Nor the warmth of love's sun above.
Hide it from me, Hide me from them all.

Enclose Great Hall: trap me in pedals darkening blue.
Bring a self made dew to beat down these wings.
Of all destiny, loneliness should be friends...?

A smile crashes through. Help Me DEARLY!!
Suffer the want. Suffer Desire.

’02
Thomas McDonley