Frederick Espiritu Poet Free verse

Night and Music of the Bereft

The flipside of the day
Brings a lot of melodies
Of painful journals
At most the moon and stars are dead
For those eyes that lament for the beloved
The breezy sound of the wind
Doesn't bring a beautiful song of serenity
Instead a tune of sinister
Darker than the night
Because the lullabies of every nocturnal
An echoing elegies
For those who were left behind
Sightseeing imaginary images
Whispering song for them
Every night 
Still dying inside



5-25-2016
Mysterious Aries

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Cona Adams July 12, 2016 at 8:29 AM A touching and accurate picture of grief and loss, Frederick. Thanks for sharing.

Connie Marcum Wong July 9, 2016 at 1:47 AM Grief encompasses all that we are and only time can release us slowly from its grip. Your poem expresses this with such depth and beauty Frederick. This is excellent! 7 ; ) Frederick Espiritu July 12, 2016 at 4:25 AM thank you so much Connie.. :)