Gleam of White

It's a poem, please don't eat it

When the death of winter has come
And the gleam of white gives way
The brown of wood and black of loam
Prove the true gift of life, decay

All bow down to that murderer time
No song plays on, nor heat of love
Dust will be the sweetest lime
Dust the whitest dove

What then immortal shall seekers crave
Not love, not hope; mere flimsy dreams
When dreamers speak, silence covers sound
When dreamers weep, river swallows stream.

A single truth to whisper on
I'll speak to you heart this day,
The death of winter will come and come
But always remains decay

Reviews

[LazerRays]

oh i knew you would be good! you definitely belong on here! i like youre work, it tells a tale thats intruiging. the fact that it goes so smooth off the tongue as well makes me happy. I love this peice very much and think you should continue on with more! :D

[SyW]

Thanks for bringing me over, it's kind of nice to share, I'll have more out soon.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Interesting melodic piece that can be taken literally as an ode to spring or as an allegory for love and the changing of love's seasons.

[SyW]

Thank you for taking the time to review my first piece here