Silver shivering axe,
The clamor of the lemon trees,
A Depleted past that keeps chasing me,
Blinded by the Staggering light of the leaves,
unmerited rest for the soul,
Weep while you wait,
Imagine the lands of the free,
Write a poem for all who fell,
With their sublime blood,
For centuries you suffered,
For all those years of upheaval,
One last chance for a waterloo,
The vows I have for you,
Nothing left here, no spark to save,
How do you seek the Blue Moon,
When you can't manage a forlorn hour,
Suffocating from the lore,
For a final escape, you won't earn,
Give heart a rest,
On the foggy woods, you have gone astray,
Snuff the regret, do the amendment,
For a peaceful dream, at last,
Battered to death by dearth,
Fallen between the cracks,
Evade from the deadness,
Tear my creation,
Undo my lapses,
Emend me no more,
For life, we owe nothing to,
For words, we held no more,
And I die, peace pleased,
And you die, light prevails.
YOU ARE READING
Two Tears
PoesiaFor my love, My HOPE The love we have is a definite testament that spanned decades, though we came from afar place, we were always able to find each other, across an ocean of time. I love you eternally.
