From a Sad Book, a Poet's Deep, Heartfelt Lament
From A Sad Book, A Poet's Deep, Heartfelt Lament
Fear I, morn brings not glistening of dew
That in youth's vanished seeds of demise
Wisps of shadows in dark meadows grew
Midnight sent forth melancholy surprise.
Alas, soft wings of hope fled far away
As falling leaves of silence too soon roar
I cannot defeat intense coming grays
In dying dreams, I land not on new shores.
I sing song of a dear paradise lost
Radiant life with love and abundant
To see yet again glowing gems of frost
O' mercy Lord, a sweeter life please grant.
With falling leaves of silence's epic roar,
In dying dreams, I land not on new shores.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2021
Sonnet, ( A bitter pill when Hope seems utterly lost )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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