To the East...

From the west back to home

Your trail is worn

Your passage is harsh

Your smile is gone.

 

My brother and sister

Do not tarry here for long

The world is gone

With it vanquished my song

 

The beard has grown long

with your frown and the birds

no longer are bright

Theyve decreased to simple black and white

 

My love, My dear,

Tell me all you have to fear,

My brother do not stay long,

My dear, my love,

Lay down here with me,

my beloved.

 

Hunters stare at the starry night

Giving a tear to each soul they die

You trek onward

Hop a train and give me a note

So no one gets worried till dawn.

 

My love, My dear,

Tell me all you have to fear,

My brother do not stay long,

My dear, my love,

Lay down here with me,

my beloved.

 

I want you,

I love you,

Oh dear dear heart of mine.

 

Oh grandfather

Leave a candle in your windowsill

Give me a hope

Ill meet you down by White River Mill.

 

 

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem has beautiful imagery. Even without a voice to speak the words,it is very soulful. The spirit in the lines takes on a life of its own. I felt touched.
The poem stirs up emotions that are difficult to shake off. It leaves an aftertaste on the imagination.