To rest, so weary
There is no pity
No pause for sleep
Divine
Always thinking without knowing
Questions like a river flowing
Why the mocking, not withholding
Silence is unkind
An old story so badly written
Made disrespectful from a vision
Foretold a reflection in the wine
So cruel and yet so kind
The glass was made to never break
Yet once looked through becomes opaque
Until a calling for her sake
Must the Lovely cry
Love shines beyond the looking glass
A voice recalled can only pass
Shattered longing with a glance
Therein, are thoughts of home
If feeling, is no longer kind
After, life destroys the only light
What can remain, but endless time
To taunt a restless mind
(08/19/2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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