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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The lonely lighthouse beamed upon by rays of moonlight stands Above the restless sea, whose vapors spill upon the sands. The nymphs of water courses rise to taste the soothing night, Whose drowsy watch invites the stars to spread their limpid light. The leaves of life are tossed and hurled across the forest’s floor While sounds of Autumn start to knock at prideful Summer’s door. The castle’s hallways lie asleep, although a tower’s pane Begins to glint below the light of candles, making plain A noble visage full of youth whose eyes behold the waves With restless passion, while the mind a distant beauty craves. Afar, the longed-for soul, consumed itself by love, is lying still Upon a small and humble bed, divining heaven’s will And fickle mood, whose edict once divided rich and poor Despite their longings born of love which pains them all the more. Although they’re young and full of hope, it will not take much time For human vice and narrow minds to make their love a crime. The years will pass, the candles burn—much faster than they think— And, long before their hearts can tell, their view of life may sink. They will be summoned—nay, enticed—their feelings to abscond And then pretend that they had never been enamored all along. The cruel old men must die below—the wicked gods above— Before the world recalls that Jove stole Ganymede for love. And then another world shall rise like Venus from the sea, When all are free to sing their joy and claim their right to be. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
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