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by on May 26, 2019

Truly Live

I go to a church and the priest's sermon can’t reach you
I look up at the stars and you are not there
I stand by a river stream but it only passes through
I hear a love song but no more sings about you.

I read lines written about lost love but still a tragedy
I open the blinds but the sun doesn’t come in
The sun shines for everyone else but me
The day has ended before it begin.

I walk down a country road but no peace I find
The solitude only adds to my isolation
I listen to the song bird but her notes leave me behind
Her notes, once sweet, only add to my desperation.

I walk by a garden where the Rose for me no longer bloom
And her fragrance I no longer know
For all the beauty in her garden find no room
And my season to the winter already go.

The only comfort I can feel nothing here can give
But found in a place beyond any sunrise
It is in that other place I can truly live
Where, once again, I can look up to see your eyes.

Posted in: Poetry
Topics: romance, love, poetry, nature

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