lost love


A Fairwell

I sit in the corner of a lovers memory,
a silent, cobwebbed thing, frozen in time
I speak, my voice a whisper, ''please let it be''
and I am almost no more.

Where once there was magic and the kindness of truth,
and the confidence of self, and of all that was I
And love the kind keeper of the soul of my youth,
desolation my shroud, now so dark that I cry.

Were I allowed to take with me in to the beyond,
some treasure bestowed me in this place and time
I would indeed part the richer with a smile on my face
to possess for eternity a true love so fine.

And if I were granted a final last wish
a solace to comfort me in to that long night
It would be that once more my true love I could kiss,
and for Mary to know she remains my delight.
Brendan.






Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 11:40

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Amanda K
a lovely poem indeed.well-written.

all the best on 2007,
Amanda
2007-01-06


Teala
Warm and moving...so many emotions..excellent job, thank you for sharing yourself.
2007-01-05


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a warm and lovely rememberence of a lost love. It seems that the hurt is no longer the searing pain that was its early intensity but rather now the recollection is a wistful yearning braced by acceptance of the loss. I've been where you have written and still sometimes but rarely feel as you have so expressively described when recalling her. Thanks for a moment of that poignant rememberence.

Well done!

Joe
2007-01-05