When Sunset visitors
knock on my door
I would evoke the fleeting nature
of this happiness that I drank
from a cup of bitterness...
Solitude dressed in dawn
and saying :
'' I'm waiting for you ! ''
What will be the price
of the last hour privacy ?
Demon ! Breaks the hands
of this clock of remembrance !
Must I live again ,here and now ,
prisoner of the bars of freedom ?
Or head off into the nameless void ?
I 'll stand upright on the rock ,
purified of all remorse and regret !
I never believed in the table of the law
and that damn' wooden cross !
There are no happy loves ,
just antipasti taste in a perfect past
and absinthe subscribers
from the who's who of rendez vous...
Book's herd ! don't laugh
at the poor Quasimodo in chains !
Sunset visitors will resume
their journey to the realm of shades
with a promise to meet again ...
I close the child eyes ,
leaving a tender kiss for my story ...
Should I believe in the eternal return ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Once again filled with metaphor and symbolism this poem speaks to me of questions of faith in love and religion, trust in what is said. Innocence is dismissed and a good question would we want to return if we could. A lovely write
I'm wondering about a great philosophical theme ...
A reflection on eternal themes of loneliness, freedom, memory, and the end. An excellent poem!
An essay in poetic philosophy or its opposite ...
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