Monday, September 01, 2014

A sonnet reflecting on loss and loneliness.

No soft brown eyes, nor blue, look long and see,
No gaze probes deep into my hidden soul,
No voice quietly whispers its soft words to me,
My tears no strong arms caress and enfold.
No breath my sleep measures through the long night,
No look, no exchange, no swift smiling glance,
No-one beside me, to help in my fight,
No hand to lead me in life's endless dance.

So think of me, lovers, think this of me
Each time you walk hand in hand down the lane,
That alone in my room each night I stay;
The waves on the shore, the fast-ebbing sea,
The trees in the woods, the grass on the plain,
All these are more free than I am today.

© 2ndwitch, 01/09/14

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