When all the water is drained from this lump of clay,
when the last sunbeam from my eyes has faded away,
when the final glow of hope has turned to ash,
and those I thought friends have loosed the lash,
how can I stand on this earthly globe of sand?
Will you still be my friend, will you take my hand?
Will anyone remember me in time's murky mist
or will I be lost in the west wind and world triste?
How can I forget those dreams that we shared?
Are they lost, forever gone, have you not cared?
The light of memory through the prism of clear emotion,
in white, you saw yellow desertion, I saw true blue devotion.
Where can I feel safe and that I belong?
Without sun light, in eternal night, how can I feel strong?
Where you might see in me a shadow's misery,
my blinded eyes will remember your beauty.
Guide me home to where we began,
back in fields of gold, before our time ran.
Take me back to the innocence of Eden's garden,
before the fruit of knowledge left us with sins to pardon.
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Good write SB.
You fallen to pieces yet? You a heap of dust or ash yet?!
That's what I was in the beginning. Thanks Orchi I appreciate your read and comments
This piece so sad and yet so beautiful in it's splendid verse. I enjoyed every line of it!
Thank you so much Bella for your welcome review and most kind comments.
Beautiful twist to an ancient story…
Thank you so much for taking your time to review this piece.
May those fields of gold be there for you Soren.
Andy
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Thank you so much Gold. Your rewview is much appreciated
Brilliant!
Thanks so much L.B.
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