I
with the mist
blown away by sun-sand,
we
dreamt of faith and
rain drenched lands
with our tears turning
sighs into water, rivulets
running into the earth,
growing trees joined
by spirits and silence.
II
the nightingale’s dark song
lifted my thoughts into
the mountains,
warned me of the shadows
between my feet and
the deception of
the crumbling
moon.
and I dwelt that night
among the reeds and
the silver silence
of the crickets.
III
when I returned, my house
was no longer a home.
i settled in with the dust
and cracked hardwood,
closed my thoughts
and tied my eyes;
and I blended into the
silence and shade
in the walls of a house
no longer a home.
Author notes
Inspired by Khalil Gibran
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Comments
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It's a beautifully descriptive poem, I love the imagery in it. You manage to describe and convey emotion all at once.
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Yes when you discuss the truths you will know that you are dealing with something very hard and very touching as well..yet abstract in words when you sum up through them in the poetry..well done...
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