deprivation

Posted by Robert Anderson On Saturday, July 25, 2009 0 comments

beneath the ashen orb of night i wile away
deep in the muted beauty of my dreams
while lamenting yearns to keep my pith at bay
and have me fail to find the world, it seems
as every shard of my heart lies from pole to pole
to bleed the deepest thoughts i hold for her
i trickle softly from my melancholic soul
then breathe that reverie until it blurs
the gelid night is settled in a blue embrace
and softly i confess what i rethought
by whispering my essence to sweet heaven's grace
for all we ever lived then sought and sought
but soon discovered my own secret self deprived
of all i found in her while love survived

Posted by Robert Anderson at Saturday, July 25, 2009
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