Other Side of the Riverbed
On the silent riverbed, she stood
Where the softer wind had blown
Against the ground, she glistered star's light
And eclipsed nature's splendor grown
Yet beauty tempted not my interest
Though her allure gleams upon thrones
But a sorrowful sound out her breath
Revealed a sorrow unknown
With the edge of elegy, she sung
A celestial kiss of tone
Heard angelic gentle melodies
And had my bleeding heart sewn
A mortal, mortally mesmerized
My reality away thrown
In fanciful fret, fraud my own heart
To lust for a heart of stone
Was she a more perfect life than He
So to have been disowned?
Belle of heaven, curse my tenderness
But let me join in atone
In that frigid callousness of night
Her divine shine has shown
That the saddest thing for an angel
Is for her to shine alone
Copyright © Christopher Denq | Year Posted 2012
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