Like the echo of the Nightingale,
singing mournfully in the evening,
lost and wondering why,
the morning passed him by.
Until at last, it saw the moon,
shining through the trees;
a song of joy bursts forth once more,
new love had opened another door
All creatures stopped to hear the sound,
the soft lilting tune of hope;
shattering memories of broken tryst,
like lovers reunited in the mist.
No cry, no tear, no spite divulged,
would break the moment’s joy;
with voices joined and soul alight,
I sang with him into the night.
A contest entry
- Must I smile once more? by Sweetangelgrace.
475 points, ended May 20, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Best Prewrites From May 2008 by amaranthine lover.
900 points, ended July 1, 2008, 48 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Anything and everything by Dryad Enya.
517 points, ended November 10, 238 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Awww, it seems so innocent and sweet. It so beautiful and calm, quite a contrast to the poetry I have been reading in this contest. I'm glad to see not everyone is focused on death and heartache.
Our words go beyond the moon.
Our words go into the shadows.
The river sings the endlessness.
We write of our journey through night.
We write in our aloneness.
We want to know the shape of eternity.
Who knows the way it is?
Who knows what time will not tell us?
Mountains, solitude and the moon
until the journey's end?
The river holds the lost road of the sky;
the shape of eternity?
Who knows the way it is?
Who knows what time will not tell us?
Where is the beginning?
Where is the end?
Why did we fall into days?
Why are we calling out into the endlessness?
Who knows the way it is?
Who knows what time will not tell us?
Best of luck
Dryad Enya
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this is beautiful, and well written too! thanks so much for entering, you have impressed me greatly.
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I felt completly absorbed in your writing, as though I could have written it myself. How beautifully your words captured the very essence of the souL...
thanks for entering!
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Is this a song
I heard the sound of a pipes lament as I quaffed an ale and listend, as your words embarked on their fateful journey.
Brilliant work that set me in a mood all day. I would love to hear this spoken, especially in your native tongue.
Terry
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