Musings on a Summer Eve
While lazing in the sylvan shades, Beyond the lush and swaying glades And to the sigh of distant tides My mind began to wander, I pondered life, I pondered death The bated softness of her breath, The visceral gales which rage beneath, And heard the roar of thunder. The sodden drops fell from the skies, Or had they fallen from my eyes? Onto my cheek – a chilling kiss, A flash of us together. The ashen clouds had sobbed in rain, I pondered love and pondered pain, The endless nights of lover’s mirth, Immune to feral weather. Why must it hurt so to forget… The rain had surged a rivulet, which rippled gently at my feet caressing my reflection. The fading fog laid bare the night Her star glazed splendor shining bright On my sublunary abode Beneath the moon’s perfection. As if a dream the night had passed, The rousing sun had softly cast Her golden rays through morning mist - Imbuing jades of meadows, And to the beauty of it all, Besieged by grief, collapsed my soul, And I foresaw a fate now sealed To live in loss and shadows. Why must this fragile human heart Forever bleed from every shard Of distant dreams and shattered hopes- This endless maze of sorrow I longed to leave it all behind, The yearning soul, the judging mind, And pondered if there’s even sense To seek an empty morrow. But then the breeze sung through the leaves, That splendid song of endless eves, The tender joys of fleeting lives That all must someday sever, Somewhere above me soared a dove, who knew no pain, nor grief of love, and gently smiling towards the dawn I let her go, forever.
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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...
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