A.E.K.G Navrilith Poems
Each One Her Own… And Hers To Keep
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.
In my minds eye,
A gray heath.
Earth landing with the resounding THUD! … Of the eternal sleep.
No music; just silent tears.
One mourning keen from one so young.
And the sky cried.
(Just a brief shower, but to them it will last forever)
There Is Always Tomorrow
I met this man today,
And he had some Novel Ideas!
But I bit my tongue while his was undone,
Oh how the day flew by,
In less than a blink of an eye,
Alas, all too soon,
It was well passed noon.
But fear not; There is always Tomorrow.