Kevin East

Rookie - 6 Points (22 April 1954 / Amersham bucks)

Hand Of Fate - Poem by Kevin East

How beautiful
The lover I did not know.
That mute delight of her smile.
And so wonderful
The angel too,
That didn't show.
Invisible in white only to beguile.
Apprehended by the hand of fate,
They both waited
At my garden gate.
Humming like a storm.
Then they were gone.
When their suns had shone.
Like rose petal swarm.
The plume so red.
Lovers that never shared my bed,
They rise from love's funeral pyre.
To the music of an ancient lyre.
Played only by the wind.
Hopes pinned
On a crescent moon.
Strewn now
Across galaxy of weeping stars.
Trapped behind the bars
Of a romantic rhyme,
To mime
Words I will never hear.
Only bells
Of a Sunday morning peace
Send sweet reply,
Crystal clear.
When promises
Clinging to my heart,
Do cease.
As Achingly I wait.
Slapped by the hand of fate.
-So softly though.
Never to receive
True love's blooming flower.
But to be washed away
By Heaven's looming
Silver shower.
My heart pours like summer
Into winter's frozen cup.
All I ask, maiden of the shadows,
Is that
You feel my eyes.
And look up.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012



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