Robert Lindley Poet Verse

My Sweet Darling, Where Has Thy Spirit Flown

My Sweet Darling, Where Has Thy Spirit Flown

Before me, there a beautiful lady stood
Pray I, my eternal love you see
Fair maiden, forever this true love hold
In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die.

You stood there in shimmering light, no shoes
Lost in love's ancient echoes
Graced by skies with multi-colored blues
Resting under my favorite old tree.

I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips
Never greater shall ever come again
From thy soul, thy true romantic passion drips
Upon misty morning's fast fading glow.

In dreams, we danced in flowered meadows
Place beyond the horizon, dwelling in sunset's red
Across earthen sky and mystical realms
Find in our eternity, sweet love.

Stones in the honeyed ring of time
Her tears fell like drops of Spring Rain
She a princess God hath made
Angel with a red rose blowing in her hair.

Myself, armed only with  dying flame
Her smile, the quest to once again embrace
Nature's Goddess came to greet 		
Disappearing ship with shadow at the prow.

O' I wept, tears shattering broken souls
Love truly lost, forever vanishes
Into each night I now endure
Gasping stars look down upon my tired soul.

June 13th, 2017

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Darlene De Beaulieu January 25, 2018 at 5:20 PM I am so pleased you won the contest. This is a sad poem, I had tears in my eyes as i was reading. Have a nice evening my friend.

Connie Marcum Wong June 20, 2017 at 12:32 AM Congratulations on this lovely poem taking second placement Robert! : )

Jan Allison June 19, 2017 at 4:20 PM such a moving poem Robert, many congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx

Funom Makama June 17, 2017 at 9:35 AM Hello friend. Its been a while. LORD! This is just vintage you! Excellent, Awesome and a master in this covetous craft of writing. Keep on flowing the ink of your mind. A 7 for sure.

Charlie Smith June 13, 2017 at 8:38 PM The heartbreak comes not from loves lost, but from the passion of its first youthful quest. lovely write Robert, we must endure.

Keith O.J. Hunt June 13, 2017 at 3:38 PM A real beauty Robert, a definate fave and a masterful exercise in sweet-sorrow:-)

Winged Warrior June 13, 2017 at 3:18 PM There is a Spirit in thy poem...stupendous!...all the best Robert...god bless...^WW^

Nette Onclaud June 13, 2017 at 1:04 PM meticulous expression of a heart's longing... beautifully rendered, robert!..huggs Robert Lindley June 13, 2017 at 1:35 PM Thank you Nette. Lost love in youth's folly, combined with romantic longings that once meant everything to me make great fodder for poetry. That which is imagined and hoped for, is oft just as real, as that which did indeed once exist and was so tragically lost.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart June 13, 2017 at 12:31 PM Wow! Heart rendering write Robert :) Robert Lindley June 13, 2017 at 1:31 PM Thank you my friend. Very pleased you found this poem and its message to have depth, truth and deep passion..

Poet Tacito June 13, 2017 at 10:28 AM Robert, this moved me so much. "Armed only with dying flame"...poignant, powerful. Robert Lindley June 13, 2017 at 1:30 PM Thanks. This was at its heart a poetic compilation of past loves lost in my wild youth with "one" in particular standing out as the core for the poem's creation.