Night falls, and only dreams remain
Dim dreams of all that might have passed -
Set deep in shadows, thus my soul
Beneath the dying sun is cast
For darkness steals tomorrow's light
And folly be a trusting heart -
‘Tis those with feathered wings that soar
To vistas which new hope impart
So lost, as in a limbo'd place,
I yearn that I shall find a home -
With no more endless paths to tread
And no more empty fields to roam
But on through des'late years I fare
‘Cross barren lands beset with woe -
E'er searching for a place to be
E'er searching for a place to go
Ah, then to seek my heart's desire
To cherish ever as my own -
The one to set my soul aflame
That I may be no more alone
(O should I ever, shall I dare,
With open arms to full embrace
Yet seek the thing I deem to love
Then gaze upon that one sweet face)
But faint my will to dare to do
All courage does my heart deny
Forever weak, condemned by fear,
And therefore shall my soul yet die
Soft petals from the rose thus fall
For I am but a wilted flower
Encaptured in a hapless world
And seeded in a shaded bower
I love this poem. I could sit and read your poetry all day Valerie.
Oh so beautiful are your words, yet sadness fills the air.....another excellent poem, Val.
Every immense dark of night has a bliss to kiss the morning light! Nice written.
Valerie, A really heart rendering poem. I am most appreciative of your famous works. Your poem is titled Lost and I have found it! (smile) . A wonderful write.
Your poem has a poignant charm which is touching.The write has a musical flow with nice rhyme.THANKS.
Valerie i have been on poem hunter for three weeks now and in all honesty this is the best poem i have read in the three weeks keep me informed if you have any new poems please.
Well done Valerie, we have all felt Lost at least once in our life. Keep up the good work and I will be reading your work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Words from your pen seem to take on a deeper glow, a fuller meaning in a some what magical way. Poetically, you are far from a wilted flower. Pure, sure poetry here