I looked out of my window for the source of the noise.
The sky was crying.
Not in anger or delight,
But in a faded hope,
For those still trudging and others who are running,
From the path of life.
A dismal site to behold,
Like a faded watercolour.
Then suddenly,
In my minds eye,
An image.
A gray heath.
Black box.
Earth landing with the resounding THUD! … Of the eternal sleep.
No music; just silent tears.
One mourning keen from one so young.
Too young.
And the sky cried.
(Just a brief shower, but to them it will last forever)
She cried for all those who go,
And all those to come.
For all,
And for one.
And for those people on that gray heath,
It was like everything stood still for a moment.
Nothing moved; nothing breathed,
Not even the wind.
But at the singular voice,
The sky’s banks flooded,
And she let her grief flow in rivers,
So that she might swaddle them, and comfort them in her presence.
That one so mighty could have fallen to their knees.
Each one her own and hers to keep.
And it was as if she knew then that I understood,
So as I smiled that weak, watery smile,
The sun rose over that heath,
And life continued.
So that she might swaddle them, and comfort them in her presence. That one so mighty could have fallen to their knees. Each one her own and hers to keep. And it was as if she knew then that I understood, So as I smiled that weak, watery smile, The sun rose over that heath, And life continued. hmm metaphor and what a pictographic feelings you collected in this poem, when I read it i was feeling like I am looking through window and out side its gray weather and clouds are there, and tearing in raining way and sound of thunder and lights make me feel like I am listening a music and the lights of sky remind me my past.. wonderful and really a sweet poem..loved it very much... well done firend 10/10
Our sorrows and pains are the signs of an ailing Earth, come what may, the strive for a better life still sits on the core of better environment and health.Very interesting theme my dear Navrilith.
Good write 10s...........................................................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, lovely to read