Our Ballad

by silvershoes   Jun 8, 2011


A vision of glowing coal in a dying fire,
embers scintillating,
their smoking pyre winking
against gray clouds rumbling
down the steep mountains, tumbling,
quickening toward our clandestine valley.
We should not,
but for minutes we dally.

It was the first sign of what future we had;
the first time we swore it could not get so bad.

On we trudge into the storm, side by side,
terrified,
but sharing in a youthful pride,
steps forming a steady pace,
and our hearts taking hold of a reckless grace.
Reality never felt like such
a distant thing,
forgotten is winter, we know only spring.

It was the first sign of what past could not tell;
the first time we swore it had to bode well.

Soon swirls of wind-song come flurrying,
whisking our sun-kissed cheeks,
worrying,
jaws clenched, hands in an iron clasp,
we can hardly see, but we keep our grasp.
As long as your fingers are strewn within mine,
I have reason to believe we
will come out fine.

It was the first time a flicker of doubt arose;
the first time we denied what both of us knows.

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  • 13 years ago

    by innocent chalera

    This is nice.am interested with your art and lay out.,you used the rights words so its just perfect.

    *claps hands*

  • 13 years ago

    by yogi73

    Very moving

  • 13 years ago

    by rachael

    When a piece is so good, as incredibly hopeful, fanciful, and painful as yours; when it's just that good that there is nothing to say 'cept "Wow," then, as the reader, that's precisely the right thing to say before words ruin the sentiment.

    Wow.

  • 13 years ago

    by Lauren

    This is really good :]

  • 13 years ago

    by A lonely soul

    "On we trudge into the storm, side by side,
    terrified,
    but sharing in a youthful pride,
    steps forming a steady pace,
    and our hearts taking hold of a reckless grace."

    Beautiful poetic words to describe the courage to withstand the turmoil and complexities (storm) lovers have to withstand when in in love.

    "Soon swirls of wind-song come flurrying,
    whisking our sun-kissed cheeks,
    worrying,
    jaws clenched, hands in an iron clasp,
    we can hardly see, but we keep our grasp.
    As long as your fingers are strewn within mine,
    I have reason to believe we
    will come out fine. "

    Optimism not to be undone for all in love who have a will to weather the storm that wants to bring the love down. Amazing expressions. Only the first 2 lines of the paragraph above "soon swirls..." is somewhat difficult to comprehend or match with the remaining in this para. Perhaps it needs a little clarity of words or maybe an explanation to this naive reader. I love your poetic expressions (when i can get the meaning..Ha ha!)

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