Tonight the Heavens Sing a Melody
Part Three of Ancient doubles poems
(5.)
Tonight The Heavens Sing A Melody
Bright heavens are sewing new stars tonight
While earth churns its deep seas and pauses not
Sleep the children, all tucked in so tight
We thank God for life and our humble lot.
The wandering moon its beams freely sends
The sky broadens to gift its golden rays
Nature its great beautiful bounty tends
Light streams down as night critters are at play.
The wafting breeze its dancing waltz bestirs
As gentle hours caress this lonely heart
Once these long sadden years cast a dark blur
Until this night refused a new start.
Tonight the Heavens sing a Melody.
Of Love, Life and Blissful Eternity.
R.J. Lindley, Dec. 15th 1978
Sonnet
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(6.)
After Love Lost Its Bright Vanishing Light
Now when the dew glitters the ground
I remember your eyes and weep,
My brain aches my sad heart hard pounds
I pray ceaselessly in my sleep
Nay- not for the beauty so lost
You made the heavens again shine
While I became the dying frost,
And on agony sat to dine.
Soon the play ends, the curtain falls
Yet this brief moment we still see
From the grieving seas your heart calls
To I that prays on bended knees
My angel, my darling- my all
Pray I, your hear this sincere plea.
With you here and our life anew
Paradise will our souls entwine
For me, there exists none but you
We both drank passion's sweetest wine
Dawn, I wake and morn's echoes bring
Memory of our midnight kiss
I see your face, my angel sings
Tears fall, for the love I so miss.
R. J. Lindley, Dec. 5th 1978
Rhyme, ( Memory Of A Love That Vanished )
Note: This is the third and final offering
of ancient poetic doubles. Poems composed
42 years ago when I was a very young
24 years old. Still untarnished in my innocence
in regards to the dark ways of the wicked world.
I was learning even then about heartache,
misery and how many aches and pains and
sorrows can come upon a lost soul. One as
yet ready to seek the much needed light.
A poet that wrote and wrote =yet kept it
hidden. Life went on- I changed and now
regret not pursuing a career as a writer.
Paths not chosen, life is full of them and
the--what ifs-- that they bring.
God bless, Merry Christmas to all the
many kind talented and wonderful poets
here!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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