Elegantly cascading from her soft baby blue eyes,
While also enhancing the delicate features of her precious face
Are the ever present sorrow filled eyes gently raining.
Looming over an old Gothic coffin, while glimpsing into her future foretold in the hollow eyes of death,
Suddenly brought forth the harsh reality of utter remoteness.
Engulfing flames from a funeral pyre surrounding the lifeless beauty.
Firewood crackling in the nighttime air,
Smell the sweet ardour of love freshly departing,
Hence the body freshly demising.
Forever grasping death's ivory hand,
Declining to let go her lover's soft, tender hand.
Truly knowing their eyes meeting shall exist no more,
Truly knowing that embracing and caressing shall become no more.
Having to relinquish all dreams of love,
Leaves her this desolate fate of own which has been dealt.
Thursday, January 2, 2003
Rain is not just drops of water that bless our earth in winters, but it’s also a great inspiration for many poets and writers. Some of them write their poems inspired by the music the sky plays while raining, and others write to describe the beauty of rain and its blessings. The poetry library has a lot of very famous poems about rain, such as; "Rain" by Robert Louis Stevenson, "Summer Shower" by Emily Dickinson, and Song for the Rainy Season by Elizabeth Bishop.