Epitaph to Love.
Eyes I spoke of once, words that burnt then,
hands that cupped soft thy lovely face,
took me from myself for such a space
of time, marked me out from other men,
the waving hair of unmixed gold that shone
amid smiles that flashed with Angelic rays,
used to make this earth, a paradise ablaze,
are but now a little dust, all feeling gone,
I grief stricken, its darkness foreign to me,
alone where light I cherished never shows
in that fragile bark strewn on tempestuous sea,
so, let my loving song come to a close,
as this my Lyric turns to tearful sigh,
the vein of my accustomed art is dry.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
This but a futile to express grief, there are many amonst you who can pen better.
Comments (12)
lost love Phil !
Beautifully penned .......Mick.
hands that cupped soft thy lovely face,
took me from myself for such a space
of time, marked me out from other men,
Dear Phil,
When it comes to writing beautiful love poetry - You are up there with the best of the best. Thank you.
hardly a futile attempt
this expression reverberates through time,
and back again
ty for sharing this tearful sigh with us;
it's beautiful Phil
Phil.