Last Wishes

O fair and stately maid, whose eyes
Listen to the surrounding seas
Beneath my window in the low cut mountains
Let my hopes make you smile

My son is dead and I am going blind
Sitting in his rocker waiting for your presence
For three days I heard them grieve and cry
Wrap the earth in cloudy weather and set me free




Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-23 at 07:15

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dija
it sounds so sad but its a good poem.
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2006-08-23


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
beautiful visions with a sadness of heart. kathy
2006-08-23


Saga
Your originality is getting better. Leaving the reader in suspense. I weep for this maid.
2006-08-23