As Length'Ning Shadows, Filter Thru These Aching Hours

(1.) Dare I Compose, This Heartfelt Poem For Thee Dare I reveal, dare to my soul expose No longer hide behind life's hidden pose Return to Southern roots, a simple man Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans Remember her, life's most beautiful rose She the sweet goddess, that this poor man chose. Dare I compose, this heartfelt poem for thee Pray to Heaven to one day again see Together walk those streets paved in gold Hold each other always, never grow old Wake each dawn, with Heaven 's love all around With you darling, forever by my side In divine paradise wading love's tide. Dare I ink the words, darling I love you Just to hear you say, yes, I love you too Return to Southern roots, a simple man Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans. Robert J. Lindley, Romanticism, Dedicated To Blessing Of And Precious Memory Of- ( My Most Beloved Wife Clarisa, She That Saved Me ) ***** (2.) As Length'ning Shadows, Filter Thru These Aching Hours As length'ning shadows, filter thru these aching hours Seeing flowers bloom, I lower both sword and shield Yet in the black-distance still loom angry towers For this world its angry powers refuse to yield Dare I, beg this cursed world for a peaceful sign As if this moment, Karma and golden moon align Nay! To do such, what a great knave fool would be I For Karma rang no bell and day holds no moon sky! Standing alone, this soul seeks happiness again As a wasted form, worn down by epic grief Here walking through life, with overloads of pain Crying out and at moment devoid of belief Dare I, in such a state, again raise this sharp sword Wade into battlefield, a brave soldier to be Cutting and slashing the dark-cast and evil hordes Tho' knowing, more will arise from a hellish sea? Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling And darkness its turmoil dances into my head I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling Do I, do I thus choose to run away instead Dare I, fail my raising, deny my Southern roots Speed ever onward past grief, fears and bitter years Absorb the poison arrows the enemy shoots As they whizz on through this volley of falling tears? Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling. I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling. Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, ( Looking inward, Hoping to Life again Find )