By your own hand

By your own hand

A Poem by Mark D

Love’s wildest son

Stepping in time with torment

A love of the hunt

Leads to love of the death


So you trod on the flower

That they saw through the window

So many times as children

Without a song to bring out the sun


In crashing down with the rain

You took the water in your mouth

And tasted the earth

Spluttered the salt and gravel


It was more than just a sign

That your gates were closing

I saw the key turning

Locked by your own hand


Blind love left your kiss

And true friend left your hand

Their forgiving side is dead

From thinking of your falling


The soft echo that you heard all over

“Life is no more permanent

Than the love that left you”

The parting guest in the final hour


Do you play that harp alone now

Willing the sleeping night to answer?

Can you still wrestle a note from it

Before hushing the sounds of morning?


And would you ever dare to tell

A later love about these times?

Or dare to find the true relation

Between time and peace?


Knowing that time may slow the tears

But tears have means to slow the time

© 2012 Mark D

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This is really beautiful Mark. Some stunning phrases and great imagery. Too many good lines to quote but one. And such a great finale. Bravo!

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Mark D
Mark D

Edinburgh, United Kingdom

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