Lost Loves

Just something I scribbled down on the train.

How sad, it truly must be,

That we may hold our loves more than some

Yet the lazy gaze of Moon doesn't see

Nor feel the warmth of Sun.

Despite longing for his own way,

Solitude only subsides at dusk,

When Earth mourns Day

To brace Night's cold mask.

Perhaps our dear Moon would seem less cold

If Mountains bowed their humble heads

To honour a love so bold

Or even offer it a bed.

Yet the Mountains show no lack of might

And Moon is left to gaze

Into Darkness where Star's light

Merely echos the Sun's rays.

And still the Sun will miss this sweet sorrow

Whilst she stretches out her arms to greet the new morrow.

Reviews

[Simran Kewlani]

Well, I'm not the only one whose writings are lovely. This is amazing.

[Vandana Sharma]

It has the tome of sadness and hope both, congrats on your win:)

[Madison O'Dwyer]

This was a wonderful piece to discover in my Shooting Stars Poetry Contest, thanks for submitting. Love the third stanza especially. Thank you for sharing.

[Day Dreamer]

Amazing piece.... thank you for writing..

[Wuji]

And all those lost loves come again through symbols and others forms, I like it! It weaves a gentle tapestry of our emotions.

[Sarah Coll]

Thank you! I'm glad you appreciate it.

[Shane Hogan Poetry]

I read a lot of peoples work...this is different! The scheme is thought out and compelling, paint me interested.

[Sarah Coll]

I'm glad it interested you! Thank you!

[CosminDZS]

How romantic, I can tell you have a sense of meter and rhyme.

A quality piece.

[Sarah Coll]

Many thanks!