Once, throughout the stillness of a sultry summer’s day
I slept, until the stars appeared and moon came out to play
And as she rose resplendently when sister sun had set
I rued the dying of that day with ruthless, raw regret
For I had spent it senselessly, let hours like sand all seep
My eyes I’d closed so carelessly, so spitefully in sleep
So blindly I did blunder when I let it sail away:
That wasted world of wonder of a sacred summer’s day
- Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 11th, 2018 05:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Dedicated to Lorraine.
- Category: Unclassified
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