The Rose of York

Moonlight shone upon my path
a get away before me

silent doors closed behind
a grief hung upon thee

moonless nights
i sat amongst the reeds
tears of salt i tasted

no more unkindly love
to me it would be wasted

dripping gown a hidden frown
my run was neer at end

please let me just swallow
the touch of a voice

mellow

blanket sadness overcame
a wretched beast is I

anger filled my hearty soul
a smell of sea
spurned my cramped and broken body

daylight burst
from lids of lashes

tiny feet holding the weight
give me the power

clenching the future

wayward is the wind


My crown I leave

along with all the traps
no more

I ripped upon my straps

what is one free but to see
I must stand upon the land

let go

barefeet upon the sand

my wind my friend blew the careless fun
my rain I drink
the summer I basked
the autumn
I smelt the rotting of the new coming spring

To indulge in buds

and dance myself away
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
The younger one.

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