Living only for the memory of lost love. -4th February 2014.




You aren't there.

Of this river side
I call your name;
My weary mind
Remains the same -
I struggle to smile
when you aren't there anymore.


Of this darkened wood
I listen for you;
Everything that dies
Will never be as blue -
I silently cry
when you aren't there anymore.

Of this campfire light
I search your soul;
I have no fight
for you to borrow.
I need you to see
that I don't mind.
I don't mind
that you aren't there anymore.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2014-02-04 at 12:39

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Like it, it's beautiful...
2014-02-09


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Almost like Echo finally speaks out:) It would be awesome if you ' ve written this poem while observing the following painting: Echo and Narcissus (1903), a Pre-Raphaelite interpretation by John William Waterhouse. Or if your readers could see the painting before reading your poem:) it would be a good combination(but that is just my opinion) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Echo_and_Narcissus.jpg

Well captured and I am looking forward to read the next poem:)
2014-02-05


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Your feelings of yearning come through very well in this poem.
2014-02-04