Song of the Wanderer

by FTS Miles   Nov 11, 2004


She lies composed
Beneath distant moons,
The darkness of a
Foreign night cloaking
Her sleep from me.

Within my memory
Every line and curve
Of her resting face
Coalesces to perfection
And manifests before me.

I hear again her
Sighing breath beside me
And the echoes
Of her final words
Ember within me
While all else is ash.

She lies composed
Beneath distant moons
Where His darkness
Set her to eternal rest.
His laughter smote
Our joy and victory.

But I still wander
And my laughter
Shall be greater
Ere I rest at last
Within the darkness
Of her foreign night.

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  • 19 years ago

    by skyfox

    A thoroughly brilliant write. I lost myself in the words so easily and the imagery was so clear and felt real.

  • 19 years ago

    by Pianist

    That was good! Pretty sweet! Read some of my stuff if you ever get a chance.

  • 19 years ago

    by Amilo

    The beauty in this poem was just clearly apparent... I think you did an excellent job here... the words were not too fancy and hard to comprehend like a couple of your other works for people like me.. (no offense meant :)) .. and the ending was magical and dark... "..eternal rest" I loved that line..

    ...yet again, thanks for your comment on my poem...

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