Dear Love

 

Alas, cruel Destiny

Why art thou inflicted on me?

‘Tis the wind, blowing through the sky

Lifting my aching heart gone dry

 

Oh mighty seas and stormy skies

Take not away from me my prize

For a loveless lover shall be

As worthless as a rootless tree

 

Break the chain of my growing pain

The madman has become insane

Erase all trace of misery

I’ve grown sad wings, oh Destiny!

Reviews

[Solilokiss]

Bravo! Loved this, particularly the last two lines.

[WatcherInSilence]

"And I've cried tears to my sad wings of destiny" would have been my first choice for this piece but it didn't seem to fit the mold...As we move on in life a tiny shred of us clings on to the idealistic vision of a prosperous future with an old lover. Yet destiny strikes abruptly and leaves nothing out of its reach...
Thank you for your appreciation of the poem my kind friend!

[Solilokiss]

Yes, it fits. You could even had said 'sad wings grow, oh destiny'. No loss is without gain. We live, we learn, all for the greatness in spiritual growth, I suppose. Aye! It's there that the ultimate destination is found :D hope those sad wings are flying high in the blue and free of rain.

[WatcherInSilence]

They are now...thank you for your kind thought...It is only within the deepest night that we are able to see our stars.