Hand of Sorrow

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you did not breathe in the eyes that cried.  
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
all for the want of sighs.

You lived beside the cause of never
in a garden beautiful as the reasons why.
I never mentioned the winds of all your years,
always trusting,
one day you would fly.

You searched for sleep
by haunting ways that no tear
first had been. Time passed
left you singing an endless song
of dreams of midnight on the bridge again.

Your world had no time
where rain fell in crystal showers.
So in vain you burned to become part
of the skies that whispered words of honey
into your every hour.

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you found the hand of sorrow.
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
while the eyes that cried,
found your tomorrow.

Author's Note

*Artist Karol Bak

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

Breath in the eyes that cried- what emotional pleas this evokes, so oft' to have tasted the salt that sadness brings but ner' have I read it expressed so poignantly. You capture the essence of sorrow so beautifully my friend, love the poem, keep em' coming

[Hayley]

Phenomenal.

[Moflo]

I love the imagery in this piece, Neva! It really kept me reading it throughout, very captivating I must say. Perfectly described! Great work!

[Extant]

" . . . in a graden beautiful as the reasons why," that hit me. The scene of a bridge between the darkness of reality and the darkness of insanity, then to have a paradise lie between the two and venture there only to realize it is more a prison of weeds and flower coffins.
I am so sorry I have not read your poems lately, obviously I have missed a good lot.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Some of the things that bring us temporary pleasures can wind up causing us endless pain...

When you found pleasure
walking on the bridge of night
you found the hand of sorrow.
You gave your heart to the dreams of midnight
while the eyes that cried,
found your tomorrow.

magnificent wording.

[Bridgid Persephone Newm..]

Even for one so bereft, the dawn cometh. This one is a dark beauty, Neva.85

[EMF]

Beautiful and emotive to the point I can't really think straight to finish this review. So many thoughts and emotions, so will have to return... not that it will be any hardship

[Lily Mae]

Pleasure and sorrow walk hand in hand some days.. and you my friend expressed these feelings perfectly..x The bridge is such a symbol of our journey... beautifully penned Neva..x

[AP]

I love it..

Hi my name is Andrea, whenever you have the time please read my poem
and tell me what you think

[Aidz]

What a kewl last stanza, that alone is a poem in itself..... loved it as usual