Yes, our partings have progressed to become
Sorrowed but sweet.
Trusting tomorrow, reluctantly we
Tear, discreetly
Away, obeying no impulse to stay.
Holding back beats
Of incredible passion, our hearts now
Part, retreating
With hope that Fate soon discloses some way
Of completing
Destiny's call. Our yearnings, now braided
Round sorrow's feet
Can then seat themselves at Heaven's sweet door.
Then meetings
Can flourish fulfilled, - replete forevermore.
'Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.' How I yearned to say those lines when I embarked on my journey into the theatre. Alas it was not to be, but the words remain some of the most poignant and well known of all English literature. This is my round about way of saying what a great title for this poem - in which you elevate the notion of human love and parting to that more spiritual plane where ego is absent and love everlasting. 'Our yearnings, now braided Round sorrow's feet Can then seat themselves at Heaven's sweet door.' is particularly lovely. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Parting is always tinged with sadness...but sometimes needed so you can appreciate the sweetness of the future...well written Fay....Fi
bitter sweet farewell to new destiny..nice write..great poem...10
Wonderful soulful write Fay your pen is pure genius thank you 10 +++++++++ Chris
Parting is sweet sorrow, now where have I heard those words before..: -) Andy 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great acceptance..of destiny's call.. Powerful lines..expressive words..fine imagery.. With hope that Fate soon discloses some way Of completing Destiny's call. - love this line.. A 10+++!