The Edges of Time
Sleep evades his presence missed
Her lonely reflection shines back
By windows glass her wine she sips
But liquid comfort cannot acquit
The sentence of her choosing
Where lonesome miles consist
A blind eyes scentless bouquet
An agony she couldn't predict
Now morning breaks
A ridged winters chill
Another dawn of sorrow wakes
As her bitter tears be spilled
For what love in sincerity arrayed
Could possess someone so young
To betray their continuum of days
For the hope of "The One" delayed
Reason defies the desires of the heart
No cost could be too grave
For all the petulant hours apart
The bond of their souls are enslaved
Walk with me dear on the edges of time
Of these days we sorely lament
The poetess keeps sanity by nature of rhyme
Finding solace in the moments we've spent
Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2013
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