Soren Valentine Poems
October's Red Leaf
This little leaf I hold in my hand,
for fear it should escape into the air
and take my joy, my memories and
leaving me greying in despair.
Upon Its crown it burns red and quaint,
like a painted star it is bright,
until it blackens with sadness faint,
and leaves its colours with nostalgic night.
'Tis a tree, a Covert of mine,
so it becomes a begetter of joy,
for it rewinds me to when I'd shine,
But now I'm lost; betwixt a man and a boy.
On The Syren-Shore
These clouds ominous,
hath in my eyes become lustrous,
as the lightning flashes
and the earth it dashes
The thunder shalt boom
and be the harbinger of doom
as the Syren-Shore sings