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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Day is Over I stand at the edge of the abyss, If I jump, will I fly or fall? There was a time his love carried me, Today, silence answers my call Now memories are all that I own, Love came calling, but didn't stay long, The day is over, and all that's left Is the echo of love's dying song I keep those memories close to me, I don't want to be alone tonight, I'll let them sleep on his pillow, And together, we'll face morning's light Memories are a haven from the storm, Safe mooring on a restless sea, My lips will once again touch his, Sorrow's phantoms will set me free Once in a while, I need to recall How the song of love used to play, I must not forget that melody, It's what carries me through each day A hundred good-byes run through my mind, Though he left me with not one farewell, My abandoned heart has turned to dust, The day is over..... night turns to hell Lora Colon January 14, 2015 And A New Day Is Coming How many dear souls have stood on that ledge Each of them wondering what happens next, Thinking the silence is their only friend And filled with cold fear that this is the end. But his love never brought Grace to your life, Only your qualities brought him to you, Though you may fault all these memories now, Your memory's also part of him too. With so many memories how can love die, Though both lover’s expectations may cry? If you're in his reverie why such deep sigh, Was it only in your mind that he said good-bye? So why all this anguish embracing a lie? No lover's entitled to ever own Love, For just like with beer, Love is only for rent, We queue up with Yeats for our carnival pass And marvel with William where love pitched its tent. Hold on to the melodies that Love once played By now you should know it is your music too, Though nightfall may whisper that gold too can rust, With sunlight and rain, mustard seeds break that crust. Brian Johnston January 27, 2015 Poet's Notes: Lora Colon's poem from her site on PoemHunter.com reprinted here with her permission. This Echo Poem is one of many that she and I have co-authored. We invite you all to check them all out now that they are finally published together as I had originally envisioned.
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