Treasure Island

kipper Stagg

(6th April 1957 / Earth)

Annon


Annon.



A tab closes,
A bright light turns off,
A fire extinguished leaves us all bereft.
A sad song ends,
A day closes,
A lost prized possession,
A victim of theft!
No more a bird song,
No more break of day,
No more shooting stars to spirit our wishes away.
Only you have left us
Only you went away
Only you I feel in the breeze as the trees gently sway
No more laughter
No more tears
No more holding your hand at the end of this day.
No one to banish all of my fears!

Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010
Edited: Sunday, February 26, 2012

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  • Elena Sandu (3/31/2010 4:47:00 PM)

    Chanting pain in such a beautiful way! ! Close your eyes and dream, you can still hold hands even fly with the shooting stars.. This is the feel I got from your poem, not sadness but dreams, lovely poem! ! (Report) Reply

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