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By the Dawn
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By the Dawn |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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By the Dawn I reach again for human goals to find my dreams denied, I walk this line of leery souls to see mine's left behind. I'm told Song is the saving grace, and Time the travesty, But what sweet verse could e'er replace this dying part of me? I linger by the testament of images long dead, But question not emotion spent on words I thought once said. Nor, holding true the man I am, let I this vision slide; For in the end who gives a damn when all that's left is Pride? Oh, Reaper, stand and heed this call, if cryptic in its tune; I shall not wince, no not at all, should my walkway be strewn With flowers laced in soft white death, but in knowing the source, Within the misting baby's breath, would smile in due recourse. In breathless shivers by the dawn, as Hope reaches the height Of feral admiration drawn, I only wait for Night. The symbiotic aftertone, the Bethany of Chance; I cry to wind and sky, alone, for my deliverance... But often wonder, times like these, what's going through my head? ...To think that Time could ‘er appease these feelings so well fed. ...To think that I could ever seize the moment in it's wake; Or Love might find it feasible to end this lifelong ache. Michael Anderson 06/19/2001 |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Michael...Very touching write even if it is a little dark. We all must visit the dark side of our lives every now and then. Thanks for sharing...Paul ~~To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you~~ |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
touching undeed, good poetry can solace all kind of feelings, i could not write such a poem yann |
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