Lost Hollow footsteps, cloaked by night Of sadness known through tortured sight; The willow weeps for solitude As Owl moans a gloomy interlude. - Reflection in the glossy lake “If I should die before I wake…” A tear shatters the silent face That seeks solace in this deserted place. Wind whispers through the willow’s leaves, And Owl, perched high, silently grieves. The glow from city lights afar Swallow whole a falling star. A wish upon the trembling lips For peace. A raven gently sips The water near his honored guest, But soon flies to his hidden nest. Weary beneath the flowing cloak, The traveller rests against an oak And fights the lure of heavenly sleep -”I pray the Lord my soul to keep…” Forever lost, each journey taken Plagues the mind; the nights awaken Troubled visions, thoughts of yesterdays, That seem like beacons – lives away. Random comforts cannot ease this soul, For knowledge takes its weary toll ‘Pon one who suffers with each breath, Who slept once in peace, then awoke in death..
Posted on: Wed, 21 Aug 2013 01:08:14 +0000
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