Lament
The sun has set and evening falls.
A silver sliver-moon hangs high
above my house; behind its walls
I’ve made my bed, and here I lie.
I think of times star light, star bright,
a girl who never questioned why
she dreamed awake with all her might.
I’ve made my bed and here I lie.
Those wishes wished so long ago
are still no closer than the sky
that’s filled with summer stars aglow.
I’ve made my bed and here I lie.
And though I’m warm inside my room,
long shadows of the night pass by
my window shade and cast their gloom.
I’ve made my bed and here I lie.
How sensible, how dull my schemes!
Beneath my comforter, I sigh
remembering my tarnished dreams.
I’ve made my bed, and here I lie.
For JP Contest 5: Feelings
(Feeling regret as a sense of loss and longing for someone or something gone or passed out of existence)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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