The Forgotten Leaf
From autumn's aged bough I took my flight,
Through woodland streams where whispered waters gleam;
I sought fair spring beyond the grasp of night,
Yet none would pause to share my silent dream.
The birds and winds became my faithful guide,
Through frost and bloom, through summer's golden fire;
Still every passing soul unseen would glide,
Nor lift my name from sorrow's darkened mire.
A lily asked, "Why grievest thou alone?"
I sighed, "My heart's a haunted palace still;
Where joy once reigned, cold silence claims the throne,
And empty halls obey forgotten will."
The world saw waste where one young child found art;
Thus lost leaves live forever in one heart.
MK Gurlionis composer& symbolost
found art so difficult to resist
Before his too early death
dreamy world abstracts gave him breath
Whisper whisper I hear your eyes, they tell a story of dire surprise.
They glance they blink they are so blue, This is the sorrow I feel for you.
My heart you took , first look I gazed, the flawless beauty I always praised.
My hand your hand we were so right, why oh why didn't you fight?
You are my world our souls we shared, you hid the fact you no longer cared.
You drifted and lied and took another, Im sad Im hurt our life you did smother.
Answers I sought answers I need, you continue on while I bleed.
Why did this happen, who are you now? The reason you did I know not how?
Did I hurt you so badly wife? Do you know you are my knife?
My world did end you dont blame yourself, you took this book to store on the shelf .
Im feeling this pain and you dont care. You have what you want while I drift and stare.
No remorse no regret your savage heart, blew right through, your new found art.
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