Juliet Speaks
Again , she pines on barren stars
and clasps the handrail of despair,
maiden of night, gazing afar
Juliet speaks to feeble air .
Oh, hours trickle on beats quite piled,
that mock a future then decide
unmoved, her pulse begins to roam
of fevered thoughts on walls, alone.
With ebon clouds that float midway
she ponders, restless as a breeze,
compelled to seek this dream-like play
that waits for lovers' melodies.
Yet tresses blow without relief,
for love denied like winter thief
as silence drapes the skyline’s veil
on empty porch howling farewell.
Contest: Destiny or Choices
For Nayda Ivette Negron
Resubmitted 4/19/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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