Across the ocean
miles away
skies apart
lies a lane
where the heart rests …..
across the junction
facing the moon
watching the stars
welded in sky
the amber sky turns red
red to blue
blue to black
as pair of eyes searches for you….
You who rests in heaven
watching below
Where ivy grows
Counting the roses planted for you
watching the honeysuckles as it sings
a daffodil misses you
the vast fields
planted with tulips
looks up above to heavens
maybe a shower shall greet
maybe the wind shall carry
carry the envelope of love
upon the oceans
vast in hue
carries a deep blue
on its waves
laces the tears
the tears of mermaid
lost in love
yearning in thoughts
lost in emotions
greed in eyes
for a simple answer
half a day
half a cake
some cookies
and an undelivered letter
a letter
rests on the burial
Gone is the lover
gone the love
yet so sad it wasn’t delivered…..
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
Offline) - Published: February 11th, 2022 06:08
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
A sad and moving tale which, having just read Fay's post today, takes me mindfully to thoughts of war. The painful waiting, fretting, hoping, planning despairing of the home maker. Unaware. Living on.
Really touching piece.
It’s sad
I will just go through Miss Fay’s work….i have read it yet….thanks dear dusk
A heart-touching piece of written grief dear Spills and so well captured those sad lines of missing.
Thanks a lot dear Fay
Much appreciated
absolutely loved this stanza:
'across the junction
facing the moon
watching the stars
welded in sky
the amber sky turns red
red to blue
blue to black
as pair of eyes searches for you….'
Brilliant!
Thank you so much dear Mek
Glad the piece could capture the heart
Though it was sorrowful at the last
Touchy to the soul !! these lines are lovely..
maybe the wind shall carry
carry the envelope of love
And what a way of expressing the moment !! Wonderful Spiller as usual !! Your poetry touches me always !!
Thank you so much dear Vamsi
It’s good to hear that you could enjoy the lines….
Dry emotive words spilleronsheet.
Andy
Indeed dear Andy
Much appreciated
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