A Song For May
Within hills and hollers.
Green outskirts of the Metro.
Forest patched by fields,
Where creeks cut.
I stumbled on a quite maiden
With Irish fire hair, Indian eyes
High in tower of commitment
Stone warn from weight
I hermit traveler, Gestured to coffee
I beheld her eclipse
And fell in sleep from her poetry
Woke to loves vigor,
I a aspiring hero.
Was in warm victory,
But for a short-time.
The tower shadow gently returned,
Fading her bright eyes,
Compelling her to walk
To tower stairs, her rain washed me away.
I beacon-ed threats of wanting,
Echoing off rock’s oblivious.
but sweetly.
So in little control
I bowed in friendly respect
Set home at the tower base,
Until steps herd,
Forlorn but proud of position
As I friendly wave up, proud of my post
Love sometimes is just.
Knowing what’s honorable.
Copyright © Johnathon Souders | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment