As I tried, as I tried, in my sleep
As I cried
I blew a whispered withered word
Into the air, for it to glide
And I sighed, as I died, in my dreams
As I cried
Breathing troubled winter winds
Into my lungs, for them to chide
As they gushed, and they rushed, into my body
And I hushed
Them into silence, for they would
Awaken skin already flushed
And I bled, as I fled, in my sleep
Draped with dread
Along the path traced out by moonlight
That only forest dwellers tread
And I flew, as I blew out my candle
And withdrew
Into shadows shunned by starlight
Burned by a bitter baleful brew
And I sighed, as I died, in my dreams
As I cried
While my soul grazed past all sorrow
And was freed from need at last!
As I cried
I blew a whispered withered word
Into the air, for it to glide
And I sighed, as I died, in my dreams
As I cried
Breathing troubled winter winds
Into my lungs, for them to chide
As they gushed, and they rushed, into my body
And I hushed
Them into silence, for they would
Awaken skin already flushed
And I bled, as I fled, in my sleep
Draped with dread
Along the path traced out by moonlight
That only forest dwellers tread
And I flew, as I blew out my candle
And withdrew
Into shadows shunned by starlight
Burned by a bitter baleful brew
And I sighed, as I died, in my dreams
As I cried
While my soul grazed past all sorrow
And was freed from need at last!
4 comments:
A slender poem that can be interpreted in many ways, in my opinion.
Read this little piece by Andy Weir - it might give you some heart.
I loved it! Thank you :]
Great to read you again after a two-month hiatus.Don't go into hibernation again, dear!
I'll try not to! :)
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