When Morning Came

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When Morning Came

Regress now light of morning---back to darkness…

That I may find what lost I in a dream;

Resemblance bore she---that of which I prayed for…

With hopes of love I’ll once again redeem.

 

In pureness set my heart to seek and find her…

In vision set my mind to wander free;

A captured glimpse has vexed my very soul now…

And restless sleep invades my equanimity.

 

What saddened joke was played to end this vision…

Not hesitating for a second look;

Its radiance illuminated every parcel of my mind…

Without regard for anything it took.

 

Regress now morning back into the darkness…

For there is where my heart---did find the light;

Who needs you now to conjure up new hope…

When all I lost was never even right.

 

I thought my life was filled with all I’d hoped for…

But nothing could prepare me for this twist;

The game of love was played without commitment…

So hindsight now I only…reminisce.

 

What words I gave to make her grasp my heart so…

And squeeze the light of life from deep within;

Then give to me a hollowed shell of darkness…

From here is where my story did begin.

 

Regress now light---back to my heart of darkness…

For what I’ve seen cannot be what life is;

A glimpse of happiness only for a moment…

Unfair the light to steal what I now miss.

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DeepEclipse commented on When Morning Came

06-29-2010

Very intellectually expressed. I find it impressive due to the fact that the poem shows a nature of angst, yet the poem is penned in a refined script. Like giving elegance to a dark night. A good expression of loss. Like one eating bread and water all his days, then finding a full course meal. Only to then lose it and resort back to bread and water. Never tastes the same. Enjoyed the read.

twaja commented on When Morning Came

06-18-2010

WHAT A TEAR JURKER....I FEEL YOUR PAIN. VERY WELL WRITTEN AS USUAL

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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