And so the sacred hours fall upon a soul
who sits this midnight, heart among the clouds
so many faces passed away by before his eyes
and each he sees this night
the journey long finds him rested by a fire
as embers throw a glow of sparks into the night
battles won were but challenges of light
long laid to rest beneath the sun
. which travelled road
. has led his truth to find him here
. how many obstacles lay beset
. inside a fear
. where in his heart
. did newfound courage overcome
. those darkened cobbles ever near
above the stars call out the fated last roll call
life and loves held dear ring out in echoes as he falls
the blood of life has leeched the strength to reach for one more dawn
and the wonder "does life go on" is gently now withdrawn
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- Comment from author about the poem: my muse came back, wonder if shes staying?
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I can see she has returned
Great writing , dusk 🙂 I hope things have somehow improved for you .
I do not feel like writing recently … maybe il write a poem inspired by another film.. when I feel like it
It’s difficult isn’t it … to make ourselves write sometimes and sometimes we feel in completely the wrong place
Yes Rose that's my problem, I cant MAKE myself write, i only write from inspiration which finds me scrambling for the laptop to compose upon.
This is fantastic and beautiful all rolled into one well done dusk I hope your muse stays... you inspire
You are very kind, thank you. Muse has buggered off again.
Does life go on has a double edge as in after a misfortune can we simply move forward or is there an after life, either way we perceive your poem I would like to believe the answer is always yes
I'm with you on that one. Long before christianity (which used to encompass reincarnation till about 900 AD by the way) was invented man believed in life after death. If you search your local library you'll find books about young children who can recount the details of previous lives so there's plenty of efvidence.
Glad your muse came back
I wonder what if it’s gone
I was thinking about your situation
Alas my muse gone
Without muse does one feel so empty ?
Maybe upon this I can write a poetry
Welcome back dear Dusk
Your back with a bang
Wonderful imagery
And the thought life goes on
Hmm
It has to
Right?
Else we would be sleeping in a grave
Thank you spiller. My muse comes and goes as she pleases.... she's gone again but the door is always ajar.
Don’t worry
She will Come back
A delicately ferocious and unforgettable title.
Thank you jarcher. I regularly have difficulty finding titles for my pieces, this one though fell easily from my fingers.
Such a heart-moving read Dusk.The power of metaphor in this poetic gem is second to none - a favourite with me for sure my friend.
I'm a great fan of your poetry and it's always a thrill when you appreciate what i'm trying to do with my stuff. Thank you for your super comment here and i'm honoured that this goes into your favourites.
Wow! Inspiring. Thank you.
Thank you Rozina, I'm pleased this one touched you.
Life does go on and I am sure yours will go on for a long time yet.
Andy
Thanks Andy, i'm a firm believer in the continuance of life after we depart our mortal coil.
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