Withering Heights Poem by Robert Burgan
Withering Heights
**I did not write this, my uncle did, I felt like posting it because it needs to be seen**
From hither where I would stand
Aloft in withering heights
Amongst the sullen, violet clouds
Visions of Earthbound angels drift through my mind
Look upon a twisted road where as a mortal man I would ask no quarter
At passions end would I give quarter?
I see the days drift as the sun sadly closes its eyes
The moon bathes us in blue rays of magic pulled from the bag of a wizard
Dusted from diamonds like the stars in Heaven as I gaze into this….
The season of wither
I would cast my eyes to Heaven and prevail upon the passionate North wind
To carry me free upon sightless wings, to stand in your dreams
In the majestic beauty of livid pools of blue there will be a scarlet
Then I can kneel before you and humble myself as a man
Give you my heart without thought, let the days pass
Tonight I can say gladly, with pride and honor
I have walked with an angel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:26:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Go tell your uncle that he writes with great conviction and has created a very heart touching poem. Withering Heights was one of my favorite books and so I'll confess that's why I read it...But I am very glad I did :)
Thank you for the feedback, unfortunately he passed away back in 2002. He inspired me to write the way I do.