Mourning View

Mourning View

A Poem by highonwords



i followed your longing for rain,
blind to what loneliness moves you
to wander weightless, to forging
the heaviness of brooding silence
in threadbare places, stitched-full
of emptiness, the day's jaded tilt
remembers the light it burned
the sky numb of moon and stars now,
my eyes are oaken, sunken low
before the line of grass that waits
for your footfalls; crickets sing,
a high murmur of thrums and bass,
the world is not moved, won't go
to where i am, the compass knows you,
i've been dyed amber, the lines in my hands,
embalmed to entwine with yours,
my wounds, my lips had closed to a name
i whisper to strangers i once knew


© 2017 highonwords



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So dark and morose it reminds me of some of Lord Byron's writings. The poem speaks of loneliness but as a kindred spirit; as a thing observed and felt with empathy. I enjoyed the read.

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NOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..

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