Echoes, Echoing In Cold Silent Hush
Echoes, Echoing In Cold Silent Hush
The Gods we adore in our youthful youth
are shadows we see before coming truth.
In youth, our eyes are but dark jaded spheres
that deny and guard against our true fears!
From imagined hopes and great treasured dreams
we see far more than gold in moonlit beams.
As golden mirrors upon waters cast,
so are sorrowful regrets born to last!
Winding trails, we traverse on darken paths
are found bitterest black seeds, grapes of wrath.
To be planted in dead and barren grounds
as innocent cries, birth horrific sounds!
The Gods that, our golden dreams dare to crush
are but echoes, in that cold silent hush!
R.J. Lindley,
Feb 7th, 1979
Sonnet, ( The Way We Tread, The Way We Fall )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019
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