A cry

My dear, when the end of the day has come to my door

when we all lie under the tranquility of the night

I will escape to the place where we once sat 

and upon reaching that shore I will let out a cry

My cry will be carried with the wind

till it reaches the land that you hold 

and the blanket of hope that once stretched between us 

will be yanked away to reveal unbearable cold

But the sun shall rise the following morning 

It’s rhythmical waltzing warming my skin

my heart will revive as the new day blossoms 

and someday that same shore will bring me peace

My dear, if your intention is to one day return

do so holding my cry in your hands

for it is only upon seeing it with my own eyes

that I will allow the memories to flow back

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Beautifully Written, what a wonderful poem, written by you :) I love many of the lines on here, such as "and the blanket of hope that once stretched between us,
will be yanked away to reveal unbearable cold". Heartfelt. Continue to write, my friend, you are very good at it ^ ^

[Distant horizons]

Beautiful

[Leslie Philibert]

A very good work,like the classy intro my dear which gives it a kind of conversational feeling, and lots of good imagery,good metaphors,Great.

[Nishant Gupta]

nice one read mine too "QUEST OF LIFE"