A Pining Search

Beneath translucent veils of moonlight I walked along a lonely street, The only echoes through the silence Were callous grounds beneath my feet. And then I saw it in the distance, As if a star which guides at night There, shining brightly in the darkness A single window still alight. Inside its frame a lonesome maiden Whose chest was turbulent with heaves, With tears her jaded eyes were laden Like morning dew on summer leaves. Those tender eyes grasped the horizon, They searched below, they searched above, And as if begging cruel existence To tell her whether there was love. And then from somewhere deep inside me, Beneath my shell of bale and fear, I shocked myself and softly whispered “Oh dearest lady, I’m right here”. Once more I said it slightly louder But seems the wind had caught my words And sent them hurling through the heavens As if on wings of fated birds. Then suddenly her light had vanished, The moon was drowning in a cloud, I stood alone and watched the darkness Enwrap me in its somber shroud. I knew the chance of us was shattered When morning found me on a plane, But looking back I touched the window and wished her love amidst the pain.

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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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