a comfort in wishful thinking

do not fix our gaze upon the east
where labour's whispers won't have ceased
now creaking joints approach a feast
lights are dimming and brows are creased

on glistering thresholds, above a stream
of well wishers spying a secret dream
those sun-kissed fields rejoice and beam
restores a sparkle of long lost gleam

while dust in dust the earth forget
engrave on silver-winged regret




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Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2016-01-10 at 12:54

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Your rhyming is beautiful and so are your words.
An excellent poem.
Ashe
2016-01-11