Goodnight My Sweet
come, come to me
o' sacred word of life
a murmur, a glimpse
be known of love
endless through the night
the days, sad days
some bitter tears
a vine still grows of light
yet no one here
your lasting song
rose petals of endless flight
and now remain
a word, a stone
beneath the rust you lie
with beaded tear
the path I roam
goodnight my sweet, goodnight
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Overgrown With Vines - Poetry Contest
09/24/2016
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2016
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