I do not belong to this life
It is for you, not for I
Do not be upset with the revelation
Today nobody shall die
I knew enough of the idea
To know I needed you less
My path was of antique favor
My flight away is the best
Someday I'll return to your palace
To find you at last
You may be at war with me now
But darling, it shall pass
Look for me no days
For the pine's been uprooted
I fathom, room for the weeds
Goliath's cave has been looted
I've jumped ship in my head
Long before news of high tide
Sailor's nights are best in waves
Absent, I, for the ride
Here there aren't enough dawns
To make up for the setting
But we'll live many more lives
In separate bedding
So devise as you yearn
And multiply for its getting late
You've sold novels about my return
But darling,
Returning shall have to wait.
- Author: Tirzah Marie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 22nd, 2017 08:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 22
Comments1
Great poem Tirzah, I like all of it, but these lines somehow stuck out and grabbed me: 'For the pine's been uprooted, I fathom, room for the weeds'
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