the castle of the King

willyweed

On the shores of light at the edge of night- the poet weeps for his lost love

The old marble statues stand white- in the garden bright

 

The buttercups are in dew- trimmed with hedges of yew

She has left him- amongst the bright flowers

 

Through the flowing of his tears- and the sweet music of the spheres

He can hear the angel’s sing- she has gone beyond the portal

 

To the castle of the King

 

With his face buried in the long uncut grass- the poet wept

And the sun of the coming day- was shone on his solitude

 

  • Author: willyweed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2016 11:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: an attempt to express deep sorrow for lost love?
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 44
  • Users favorite of this poem: AlitaOpal
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  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    THANKS WW ~ Love the visual and the glow and flow of the poem. In my experience "lost love" is too too intense and personal for reality and it can only be cauterized with fantasy. Thanks for sharing ~ Your Friend BRIAN

    • willyweed

      Thank you so much el hermano! ww

    • AlitaOpal

      I really love this piece 💐💐💐

      • willyweed

        Thank you Alita you are to kind! ww

      • Daniel

        Great poem WW, you expressed your point perfectly! I love the imagery in your poems, brilliant yet again!



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