SOBS FOR THE BELOVED

Silently I watched
The beeps and sounds
Though it was wet
But all helpless

He came and gone
The tales behind
So clear in view
Like dream untold

I stare and saw
His flesh and blood
An infantry she was
In the arms of tears

At twilight she stood
Waiting in open arms
To embrace in warmness
By the voice and facial she knew

Day and night
Her heart with him
Entangling in an era
Of a murdered sleep

Of all enquiry
Far he has gone
To dwell in peace
In a place unknown




Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2007-02-10 at 17:13

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