Farewell To the Abyss

Unspoiled, your blinding beams much willingly deceive The wanting eye whose tremor grasps the light of day, Though restless spiders wake quite soon at night to weave The icy peaks of lurid mountains turning gray. But now the sound of crumbling words is growing old While doors may open wide to show the way To newer lands made true despite the cold And wintry touch of every star’s dim ray. Farewell! The promised shore has risen from the deep, Where truth and beauty squirm in thirst for rain, Unheard by any but by stars, who weep At summer’s edge, strung forth on skies of pain. Though you may turn your eye to me, the end For every wishful dream is set to come Far sooner than our summer’s fall, whose blend Of love and strife has cleaved our budding sum. Farewell to the abyss and to the crests Where love, unconquered, stood unmoved by time On her auroral throne, where longing nests And grows shy words from childhood to their prime! Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com