Lachrymose LoveA Poem by Doodley
Keats whispered in my ear.
For thee is there no more tender sight,
Than to stand upon the precipice of love at night,
With beating heart held in wistful hands,
And stare across seas to thy beloveds lands?
Oh! To be bathed in hope from the luminous light,
That reflects off the waves, so forever bright!
As ye affix thy gaze on a wandering star,
And follow its journey to thy love from afar!
As ye stand on the threshold of the place thee belong,
The heart in thy hands sings its systolic song,
And its cries of its longing traverse infinite seas,
Guided by the caress of the night mistress breeze.
It is a Lachrymose Love that it sends off to thou,
Across oceans and glaciers and mountain tear snow,
To settle in the chambers of the place it calls home,
To sleep there forever, and never to roam.
And upon the lonely precipice ye stand there and wait,
For a diastolic love tune that will seal thy fate,
Shall that heart grow its own wings and soar into sky?,
Or fade into silence, to shrivel and die?
© 2016 Doodley
Sydney , Australia
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