In the shadow of the leafless tree
I waited, alone with melancholy
There was nobody, nobody around
To touch, speak and see.
In the shadow of the ruined stone walls
I sat and spun my fate;
Time was passing by
But I continued to patiently wait.
In the shadow of a moonlit night
I counted the birds of prey;
I walked in to the sound of swishing boughs
And my soul then tried to pray.
I walked on with my shadow, as though
It was my greatest friend
No companion could be more faithful
To me until the journey's end.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Such beautiful words your poem holds. We will, indeed, be with ourselves until the end, therefor it's so important to be the kind of person we will always love. '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
the irony in the expressions 'leafless' and 'shadow' speaks volume of the intense pain the poem carries...good work...10
Rani this is truly beautiful. I love the occluded landscape. It's true; we will always have ourselves until our last instant of life; it's nice to sometimes think of that before the final breath is looming, don't you think? thanks..(smile)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well placed I feel and see and walked in this shadow