There is less light, for the demure warmth that lingers
Whilst the breeze moves
Like a brook winding and turning, yet confined
Of what once perhaps was the gushing of a sea?
With the same intensity the deliberating stance of uncertainty is now thudding in the mind
Even the sky seems welcoming to this commotion like it were its own child
One wouldn’t dare look into the fog, silhouettes are ready fiend
Every once in a while, the mist settles low, teardrops from the sky!
Poignant notes on leaves, scar the soil, char remains of arpeggi from the Dead Sea
O diligent Time!
Save the soil of Mozart, Beethoven, let the tides prevail, not diminish Lazarus!
‘cause somewhere far away, and near home in the agony laden everyday ,‘Wait and Hope’ still light a house.
This is a tribute to nature, to music (to the romantics and to the classics), I infer. I love how you play with the elements of nature and unite them in their contradictions. Although, I am not sure about what you meant by the last part of the last line. Perhaps you wanted to terminate the thought before it developed into something less subtle ? In any case. O diligent one! It is a fine poem!
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