And the sun slept on into the day
and lay buried deep
where the wisemen say
its gone to find some peace.
O hand me this, this tired star
and let it be thrown
with a spiteful toss so far so far
so far from home
Throw it to night and the darkness it craves
hurl it into endless space
watch it as it slowly fades
with an upturned face
O hope O hope you treacherous dawn
that promised light would come again
but you've grown dim and now are gone
Come night my cursed friend
i do not want to be redundant but this poem is fantastic as are all your others, i especially love the last line, 'cursed friend', beautiful. x
you are intuitive and enigmatic..full of thought and symbolism..marvelous write
Amazing poem that is almost a recitation, euphoric, of anguish and darkness, unknown fears. That's how it sounds to me. Wonderful poem, Ben.
very interesting to see how you make the sun slip into a sleep-to find peace...really beautiful words used in the perfect order..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rich imagery, original thinking. A fine lyrical effort. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler