At certain times we have to move on.
Once, so many years ago,
now a distant place and clime;
moments of thought and life shared,
each moved in perfect time.
Words in unison, hearts pulsed;
so intimate, each gesture,
each expression fears repulsed;
companions of great measure.
Now it seems we're worlds apart;
nothing more in common share.
The last desired thing to start,
fray last threads beyond repair.
Tomorrow bears no sunrise
with correspondent promise;
about oneself realise
quite the monster: surmise.
To let bygones be bygone,
this callow heart has not learnt;
perhaps hope had wily drawn
from past flames this quill has burnt.
_ __ __ ✒
●○
°
Poetry by arquious
Read 626 times
Written on 2015-05-23 at 00:01
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
as past flames rekindle
`Once, so many years ago,
now a distant place and clime;
moments of thought and life shared,
each moved in perfect time.
Words in unison, hearts pulsed;
so intimate, each gesture,
each expression fears repulsed;
companions of great measure.
Now it seems we're worlds apart;
nothing more in common share.
The last desired thing to start,
fray last threads beyond repair.
Tomorrow bears no sunrise
with correspondent promise;
about oneself realise
quite the monster: surmise.
To let bygones be bygone,
this callow heart has not learnt;
perhaps hope had wily drawn
from past flames this quill has burnt.
_ __ __ ✒
●○
°
Poetry by arquious
Read 626 times
Written on 2015-05-23 at 00:01
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Jamsbo Rockda |
