An Eternal Wait

by Lonely Rider   Mar 28, 2011


Across the wild velvet moor,
when delicate bluebells yawn
near crystal rill, a belle sings,
on each bright summer morn.

humming songs of eternal wait,
crouched on gravel brown
painting memories of yesters,
long after sundown,

though several summers have passed ,
since the day of his no-return,
still 'neath flickering promises,
lingers lullabies of nocturne.

Swept by time, one fateful day,
a stony silence ensued
there fell the last solitary tear,
of love, hurt, and an adieu.

but they say, across the moor,
when delicate bluebells yawn,
still echoes a mellifluous song,
on each bright summer morn.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Dark Shadows

    Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.

    Moved.Well Written5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Dang!! Sometimes I wish I could write like you...this is soooo touchingly sad and beautiful with traces of tear drops..wow..I loved this write my friend...beautifully penned.

  • 13 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This is an amazing masterpiece. The rhyme flow and imagery stands out from the run of the mill poems

  • 13 years ago

    by NightFlyer

    Beautiful poem with an intriguing mythological feel to it. I Hear the melodies drifting across the flower-strewn moors as we wait for the one who has left us.

  • 13 years ago

    by Sourav

    Liked the depiction of this poem. Wonderful selection of words.
    "...though several summers have passed ,
    since the day of his no-return,
    still 'neath flickering promises,
    lingers lullabies of nocturne'.

    Love these lines!

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