Alesia Leach Poet Rhyme

Weeping Song

There is an ancient tune,
as old as the wandering moon.
It floats on gentle breeze,
of a woman weeping.

It moans softly through the trees
and haunts you when you dream.
Her tears are like a gentle stream,
of lost lullabies she will never sing.

It whispers faintly in the rain
emptiness of arms that never fade.
Death and loss is all that pervade
on her nightly serenade.

Alesia Leach © 01/2015

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Richard Lamoureux January 9, 2015 at 9:14 AM What a tremendous way to start your poetic new year!

Jerry T Curtis January 1, 2015 at 8:07 PM It speaks of Ebola or at least North Africa. whatever the case, I feel the grief , good job Alesia. Alesia Leach January 1, 2015 at 8:57 PM Thank you for reading, but it has nothing to do with Ebola or North Africa.