Wistful Eyes

Quoth he , "ope thou thy wistful eyes!
I bring thee shadows numberless" 
I tried and tried but couldn't ope
Those words but echoed nonetheless

My Lord! " quoth me , whole life I sought 
What time to me this wealth thou brought? 
I left this world with aching heart
What moment thou thy bliss hath brought?"

In deserts wide and wild I walked
My withering flowers I lost all there 
In floating leaves in Autumn hues
In lonely ships far off somewhere

I pined for soothing cuckoo s voice 
I longed for some oasis there! 
I searched for watery lakes in vain! 
I searched and searched but found nowhere 


In shady haunts with souls I talked
I find no place to rest for, there
On Sandy shores I burnt all ships 
All sailors cried beware beware;
Will no one come to this island
Will no one build a beacon here

Oh snowy castles on the shores
I stood for centuries numberless
I knocked with gazes at the doors 
I left the world in this distress

My shadow to thee I prithee
Nor leave me in this pitchy dark
While Autumn boats in brooks do sail
While sailors from the shores do hark
Will no one come to meet me there?
Some cuckoo, nightingale or lark

In dark of moonless lonely nights
I write a letter on the bark
To those who live in wilderness
From fathom deeps they cannot talk


The music of my flute of life 
Hath mingled with the dusky hue
I sang a song from oceans depth
With watery waves which came to you

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Date: 8/7/2023 11:07:00 AM
How interesting that this reminded me a bit of my own. You write in an unique style
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Date: 8/28/2023 8:37:00 PM
Loads of Thanks Tom Woody, it's natural that we find our own glimpse in the things we like that's the law of Nature, thanks for your beauteous words
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