Mong the spectre of summer, the aged whisper.
On the frigid summit of ourselves, they grieve.
Antiquated, they speak with an air of harmony,
while young ones search for the stillness of weeping.
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I loved this stanza, it was intense in it's own way

Just before a thought of the dance trees seek,
women weep in that instant.
On a bed of wanting poets ramble,
along boulevards of harmony they mourn,
and in the dying of a soul, young lovers wander.

I like this stanza and the images your words
brought to life! A very deep and thoughtful read!

Sylvia, a stunning pen … I see the inexperienced young,floundering the streets in sadness, wandering, looking weeping while the old ones hold still and maintain. Outstanding metaphors and symbolism as it pertains to realist and dreamers. Thanks for sharing

Wow..Sylvia am out of words..
this is what I call poetry..u have suuuuuch a soft soft style with words...u make bitterness beautiful for the eyes!
I have loved every single expression..was perfectly worded..such a harmoney between ur words...
and REally what a mind of a poet..u got...
its treasure of words and imaginations ..

u take me to a world of dreams Sylvia..am out of votes..but i wont forget to nominate this on Monday..
am speechless..
and this

Midst the meaning of time, spirits evade.
In a air of disagreement dreamers hurt,
and old ones turn on the cold mountain of words.
^^such a perfect ending.........ur one of my fav poets..and u wil always remain!
thank u for sharing this master piece..with us.

A well penned, and thoughtful piece, where every word of every stanza, came straight from a beautiful heart.
You have a way of putting your feelings in words that grab your readers and pulls them in.
Another beautiful and enjoyable piece.
Paul...

An E-P-I-C melancholy !

read this poem with the music in the link below, it made me cry !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EQ6eHeBrhM

I did listen to the music you suggested and it gave me chills as I listened and thought the poem. It was well worth my time. Thanks.