Beach Leanbh Poems
A Mortal Masterpiece
She sits before me, an infallible piece
A masterwork of bone, sinew, and skin
Defying perfection her fairest cheeks and feminine chin
Her form crafted and carved as a statue of ancient Greece
Lo! I would keep her hidden, a secret held unto me
Locked away to appease my most jealous heart
For it would cause a mortal cut if e’er we were apart
My soul she holds captive, her eyes contained the very key
But I could not withhold such beauty from the Earth
A prisoner to my selfishness, a fate yet undeserved
Her expert shape and classical features to all should be ...
The Coming Of Death
I recline alone as death awaits. My obit pendent from above
Forever lost without your taste. Grasping, gasping for your love
My heart and soul, codependent, unfunctioning lifeless and alone
Like notes without a hand to play, impossible to intone
What occurred so fallacious that asunder sent our affections?
That could separate two so united and darken our inflections?
I ponder arduous at my shortcomings. Was it lack of trust?
Did I lack