Memories are fleeting all through the night...
Heart beating fastly t'wards future's near
plight.
Forgetting heart's anguish of sorrowful state...
Yearning one's love instead of their hate.
Lonely of love that still lingers on...
Like a sliver o' light, beaming straight from the sun.
Passing through life's window drenched totally in black...
Life's empty chamber, under attack.
The candle is lit, by hope of one's heart...
Burning forever, and never apart!
Michael Jeffrey Gale
Such hope in this one and the words flow like a calm river.Thankyou for sharing your art.Love Duncan
Nice rite about A broken heart, I don`t like broken hearts, I like happy hearts instead LOL LOL LOL. I have A happy heart with Geoff right now.
MOVING PIECE, MIKE...YOU SPIN THE PISTURES LIKE A KALEIDOSCOPE STRONG CLOSE, , , BTW...WHY DON'T YOU USE YOUR MIDDLE NAME.... SOUNDS VERY LITERARYESQUE....YOUR NAME... YOUR CALL SMOOTH WRITE...'''''''''''''''''FRANK
Nicely done. You definitely have a knack for writing. Keep it up! -Michael
WOW! ! Excellent! Beautiful! ! Your words flow like a fine brandy! I can't wait to read more of your work. Rene'
yes, the candle is lit by the hope of one heart. very effective. intelligent write.
Heartfelt, I enjoyed this poem very much--Thankyou--Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a great poem on love and loss Michael, and welcome to poem-hunter. I look forward to reading more of your work. Angie