Loves guiding light.
The silence of my sad despair
Pervades my every waking day
It hangs around like rancid air
Like uninvited guest to stay
My quill of truth and honesty
Lays forlorn, still, in comatose
Gone that light that guided me
With ease down paths of endless prose
I seek the mercy of a theme
A word, a thought, a stirring breeze
A memory, a fleeting dream
But nothing comes to my soul please
A tear falls on the barren page
A solitary rivulet
Revealing sorrow of the sage
Bereft of words to story set
I must I know reach deep within
To find the kindle, light the fire
My thoughts revolve around that sin
That ever was my loveless mire
Her face appears from out the gloom
Her words a whisper from the past
''Do you remember that full moon
When we thought love would ever last''
Within my spirits wings unfold
My quill once more at one with I
To pen a tale as yet untold
Concerning love to never die
With words now flowing effortlessly
I write long into endless night
Of all that was to never be
And of my sorrow, of cowards flight
And come the morn, it's creeping glow
I lay my quill at last to rest
In hope that somehow she will know
In her loves light I felt truly blessed.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-04-06 at 23:23
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