fishy77
Babyface
A couple of poems in fact...not sure what you think
Loved Ones
Too long it seems since your goodbyes,
when resignation dried these eyes,
too long that hearts had borne your loss,
and headstones hid sad prayers in moss;
too long that hope had searched in vain,
through silent graveyards and soft rain,
too late to speak love's final word,
that was in life but rarely heard;
and yet too soon our parting came,
when snuffed out like a dying flame,
this heedless world your spirit fled,
and left too many words unsaid.
Bleak Hills
See our hopes stripped bare like trees in winter,
sense the truth give up what was ours to dream,
'til with discontent our love would splinter,
sad hearts fragmented and ripped at the seam;
for the bitter pilgrim that was our love,
strayed and was lost among the stony ways,
and waning like the moon's pale glow above,
grows dimmer within life's labyrinth maze;
and yet some bridges are best left uncrossed,
when the ghosts of the valleys call us home,
some loves better spurned than in pain be lost,
on bleak hills when our memories have flown.
Loved Ones
Too long it seems since your goodbyes,
when resignation dried these eyes,
too long that hearts had borne your loss,
and headstones hid sad prayers in moss;
too long that hope had searched in vain,
through silent graveyards and soft rain,
too late to speak love's final word,
that was in life but rarely heard;
and yet too soon our parting came,
when snuffed out like a dying flame,
this heedless world your spirit fled,
and left too many words unsaid.
Bleak Hills
See our hopes stripped bare like trees in winter,
sense the truth give up what was ours to dream,
'til with discontent our love would splinter,
sad hearts fragmented and ripped at the seam;
for the bitter pilgrim that was our love,
strayed and was lost among the stony ways,
and waning like the moon's pale glow above,
grows dimmer within life's labyrinth maze;
and yet some bridges are best left uncrossed,
when the ghosts of the valleys call us home,
some loves better spurned than in pain be lost,
on bleak hills when our memories have flown.
