'Not now. Not ever', it rolled like a lullaby
From rose-breasted grosbeak to silent cry
It lingered on the pallor of her cheek
Tattoed like ink that need not speak
Tears rolled on in silent stills
Tumbling forth o'er rolling hills
Mountain grows and ocean fills
Beauty swells with swallowed ills
So she stood tall as she beheld the call
The final toll to end them all
Growing bold, like messenger's melody
'Not now. Not ever' she danced her eulogy.
Tears rolled on in silent stills
Tumbling forth o'er rolling hills
Mountain grows and ocean fills
Beauty swells with swallowed ills
And when the hymn was laid to rest
A life renewed in nature's nest
So rose the moon to greet the night
To end the endless waking plight
Tears rolled on in silent stills
Tumbling forth o'er rolling hills
Mountain grows and ocean fills
Beauty swells with swallowed ills
Dreams awoken vision passed
Nevermore a world too vast
Finally home with everything
'Right now. Forever' grant freedom sing
- Author: sylviasearcher ( Offline)
- Published: November 16th, 2018 08:40
- Comment from author about the poem: May come back to this one
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