To Yearn

Grey has all but pilfered the sky
the sparrow's gone and hid away
stillness has abandoned hope
down, in fallen leaves I lay

where has the laughter gone
that once echoed in my way
amiable and highly affluent
let not vengeance rue the day

Yes, I prayed for the rain
and her most auspicious ways
when I was burnt and blistered
by sun's blind and blazing rays

But now I beg to differ
and wish her soon return
there's things I can't remember
and her love I strongly yearn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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De Beaulieu Avatar
November 26, 2017 at 2:25 PM
Hello Tim, this poem is beautifully written. I hope you had a good Thanking Day celebration. Have a nice day my friend.
Murray Avatar
November 21, 2017 at 6:03 PM
I hope she will.
Onclaud Avatar
November 17, 2017 at 8:01 PM
brimming with nostalgia... beautiful work, tim.. huggs
Lane Avatar
November 17, 2017 at 10:42 AM
You've no idea how deeply your words are streaming inside of me. Memories can change our thoughts and prayers. For me, a few words in conversation are like pebbles tossed into a calm lake. Beautiful emotions, Tim.
Sands Avatar
November 17, 2017 at 9:36 AM
I love this one Tim! The line in fallen leaves I lay, really stands out and fits in with this beautiful yearning poem. :)
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