This night of loves final journey

by Tom Swart   Apr 21, 2008


This love struggles to hold itself and to find strength from the past.
The past that forged lifes path has become overgrown with sadness.
Sadness that binds itself with the pain of remembering our youth,
Youth that was so quickly spent and so quietly forgotten.

This love, where your name rests lightly upon its tongue.
A tongue long parched by your absence.
An absence that desire can barely withstand alone,
Alone though it is and alone for too long.

This love whose dry lips gather breath for a whisper,
A whisper that starts deep within its heart,
A heart whose faint pant gives birth to these murmurs ,
Murmurs that linger for a moment then become silent.

This love crys for itself as it wilts and longs for rest.
A rest that shall put an end to the torment and the agony
The agony of reality and the agony of this night
This night of loves final journey.

This love gathers you unto itself and collects its memories.
Memories whose tears wash away the dust of time.
Time that begs for the dawn as it searches for a witness,
A witness as my love for you dies this night.

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  • 12 years ago

    by retha

    Tormented be the soul to feel, reasured in time all scars grow and wounds heal.

  • 14 years ago

    by Ken

    Thsi was a great poem the way you used looping was perfect. The mean of the poem is very deep, deep enough to the point that I had to read it a second time. keep up the great work.

  • 15 years ago

    by Chocolate Addict

    Nice, I like the form that you used to write this poem. Its really interesting the way you wrote this.

    This love crys for itself as it wilts and longs for rest.
    A rest that shall put an end to the torment and the agony
    The agony of reality and the agony of this night
    This night of loves final journey.

    ^^^ This stanza really stood out for me as you describe the your crying love and how it's going to end

    Great Job

  • 16 years ago

    by Grant Gilbert AKA Slash

    Tom you are obviously a gifted writer, that much is evident from reading your poems,this was a very clever poem and was so beautifully expressed, a resounding well done

    Grant

  • 16 years ago

    by gracey grey

    This love struggles to hold itself and trys to find strength from its past.

    Past which is embedded never letting go.........Sometimes I wonder if past is blessing at all? But its true, we do get strength from the past........

    Sadness that binds itself with the pain of remembering our youth,
    Youth that was so quickly spent and so quickly forgotten.

    Very true........my sentiments exactly.......and I love how you described it.....nostalgic

    "This love whose dry lips gather breath for a whisper,
    A whisper that starts deep within its heart,
    A heart whose faint pant gives birth to these murmurs ,
    Murmurs that linger for a moment then become silent.

    This love crys for itself as it wilts and longs for rest.
    A rest that shall put an end to the torment and the agony
    The agony of reality and the agony of this night...................."

    My two favorite stanzas................love, what it does ..........stirs up so much emotions ultimately getting lost somewhere in between...... at times I feel love to be a silent killer........hampers a lot in everything.Drains out life.......really loved this poem.And the style of writing is unique.Thanks for commenting on my poem...means a lot.

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