![]() VoicesA Poem by PerditionThe memories fell far before I ever held them. The welcoming door, the mind enveloped, always in the shy awakening of the shutter’s lavender. The grasp of green that ran from the leaves into the sun that shone of hunger. All of these subtleties in life soon would be lost. And her voice, radiant and shining, faithful from the window above, It was the want for returning, But in time this too, with every cracked Image and every fading light would wearily die from my side, but as all strings that are left from heaven, they are never taken, only strung from the branches of sky. As was my age and soon her mind. So too these hands of green would follow, watching her wilt into forgotten poses and crackling auburn. And never have I thus returned. Not once for fear of ever her memory imposed. Though where she lays is peaceful grace and her voice a radiance that rises within me every day. And now my spirit, all but an island, a hope that floats away and far above the gates of our once home, so that now I see our garden dying, far too far from the days when our roads grew in wilderness to roam. Though now too empty for the image to stay, though often I do so dwell in the glorious landscape of our shade. ![]() © 2017 PerditionReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 12, 2017 Last Updated on June 5, 2017 Author![]() PerditionVAAboutIf I remain beyond the hour, I'll try and bring more, but more to the barrel of truth, as noble and silent as I can muster and for those who may not know, I chose long ago to use this name "Perdition".. more..Writing
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