This soul's heart is left in lengthening shadows of evening,
nothing to take from it, as there is nothing left.
Tears, have constantly been allowing all emotions to run
through them and out into the opening waters of the ocean.
So gently, hoping for a faithful friend to come and sit
here close without touching the grief being held in palms
of these two hands.
Votive candles having been lit and left burning, flickering
into the darkness of this night, taking all blessings from
this morning's sunrise.
Hopefully trading them for just one more hour of life, so
solemn and ardent in it's fatalistic demise.
Forming a passionate rose from interior crystal tears,
allowing it to captivate imagination.
Giving it to intellect to hold, smelling a sweet saddened
aroma of sorrow beheld for a final moment.
Without it's mysterious hold captivating the energy of
this once beautiful essence of a poet.
No longer now to be heard, muses of her kind and gentle
passion have been put to sleep.
Folding papers, closing a final book of prose, laying down
her poem, life returning once again from whence it once
began.
Never to be touched by another's heart throughout eternity.
again.
There is always hope in life. No matter what comes along. Stay blessed and keep on writing. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Writing as you do shows how close to your sould you are and how much more it has to tell you about life love and hope. As you continue to write the answers you seek will reveal themselves