Christian Thomas Scott
Sylvia - Poem by Christian Thomas Scott
Stopping by my way she did address me:
In such gentle spirits were those fleeting glances that she gave,
I should've stayed forever in her hands.
But some trivial concerns deemed fit to summon me away
Far, far away from her embrace,
So very far away.
And so another found her, as I marked myself her herald,
Surely all the world should marvel,
All the world should see her face.
Yet silently she sleeps: a secret kept from all the world,
Till some wand'ring soul awakens her
She greets naught but the wind.
Sweet Sylvia, your beauty breaks my heart to lie unopened,
Yet I know that if yourself was given: freely to the air,
They would not let you rest nor find your peace.
I'll never know what sudden notion brought you to call out to me,
In passing as you passed me by,
The wind will travel on.
Perhaps you knew I wander far, in mystical array,
The deepest forests of my mind:
Oh I keep their secrets too.
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