I follow you on every balmy breeze,
Your breath flares the frost flowers with a kiss,
Ringing the spring bells whence the coldness flees.
Though on ether I stood a god amiss,
Upon your thawing ground with knees hollow,
My winter succumbs to your gracious bliss.
I follow you in the umbrous shadow,
Your dazzle drapes on the woe I conceal,
Wherein peaceful slumber lulls hearts' sorrow.
Yet mine, held in my arms, lies wounded still,
Hurting with plea, "On me, your gaze be bound!"
A thirst your passing glance deigns not to fill.
I follow you with every hallowed sound,
Your softest whisper could revive the dead,
The heavens with your songs are thereby crowned.
One word of yours could sever my pain's thread,
Yet in the pit of despair, I quiver,
For what to be hearkened remains unsaid.
I follow the course of your pure river,
Whose flow surges with your cleansing teardrop,
Blessing the hyacinths I deliver.
In these endless nights, one pain reigns atop,
Perhaps my poems drew your hidden stream,
If sadness falls, dare I beseech it, "Stop"?
I follow you in each and every dream,
A nightly grief of a repeating pain,
Wherein my heart must face a fading gleam,
Which fades to shine and shines to fade again.
6/22/2025
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Author:
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Comments2
Beautiful and sad. A poem with wonderful imagery and rhyme. It runs smoothly onto the tongue as honey and fades away into sorrow. Lovely
Thank you
A beautiful write, some wonderful imagery, enjoyed the read
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You are very welcome
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