Golden light of rebirth dawns
upon the wasteland of my blind
and birdsong's morning trills of joy
fall unkind.
So, so slowly then with you
shall i walk this mornings mile
with no fear nor comforts company
in a smile
oh you frosty bitter wasteland
you take us all in your greedy time
ever waiting for the ripening fruit to fail
'pon the vine
Lay her deep and lay down low
then lift this heart up to the sky
cold earth, so, so, cold, fails my fingers
lain to lie
And so to the morrow, to the day
upon the morning tide must i depart
the new world shall take all of me they claim
.......yes take all of me
. 'cept my heart
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A man must accompany the coffin of his lover as he contemplates leaving all behind for a new life in a new land.. Re-posted here.
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Comments4
That new world without her can be such a strange place d a but one must move on until that day when you will meet her once more.
Andy
Pure fiction on my part of course but I've given up on meeting a partner. Being selfish here on in mate.
Good write dusk.
Thanks Orchi.
Glad to have caught this sad and solemn re-post - full of atmospheric imagery and that final line brought such a lump to my throat - - a really compelling read Dusk.
Ooh, so you felt it a bit.... that's one of the greatest compliments a poet can get, thank you.
That got me where it hurts most, dusk. Yes, mine.
Beautiful piece of writing also...
That's a compliment indeed to know my reader felt the emotion. What more could a writer ask? Thank you DD.
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