The Silhouette...

Remember me...

I live in distant lands,

I may not write for ends,

There may pass days,

Without a trace…

Just, when you think of me,

I not saying always,

Smile for the memories,

And all that it could ever be…

It may be a while,

Before I return,

I think of you, and us,

Only, I may never come…

Those stars will be same,

In those nights, see me

Talk to me, call my name,

The silence, whispers to me…

Live on, live your dreams

Carry on and be at peace

When you feel alone

Just put up a smile

I live in you,

Remember me…

-Eon Heath

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Haunted Hearts...

Posted in agony, depart, fairytale, love, memories, passion, silhouette, Wuthering Heights, you By Eon Heath 1 comments

His eyes melted at her sight,
her coldness was so like his...
In her fierce love his heart burned,
dark love, even nights were bright…

Together they wandered the heights,
till she parted with words unsaid,
“I am him and he is me”
but all he heard was,
“we can never be...”

Anger is where fire burns...
a passion, now consumed by hate.
Wet winters never flickered his rage,
vowed to claim what was his always.
Even death couldn’t part her soul,
and in his wait, she wandered the moors...

Till the summers faded
and the cold winds blew,
that night his heart bled true.
A knock and a voice frail,
“let me in”
was all she said…

- Eon Heath

P.s.- This was long over due. Dedicated to you. Wuthering Heights.

Image courtesy: Pan Books 1967 edition.