Where Once the Dreaming

As night it comes down feathered deep

I turn this way and that, to sleep;

I stare wide-eyed this moon of mine,

Bright pennied disc, on my face shine.

 

The every chill of generations

Clutches still this old heart’s achings,

Turns all peace and warmth within me

Frost; and pale dismays begin me.

 

Loss of my own making, mine

Where once the dreaming brought bright wine,

But now each tear and old betrayal

Casts dark shadows at my fable.

 

Every cross-roads brings regret

As cheats and thieves may hang there yet;

But chains and fetters spill their prisons

Long before the moon its felons.

 

Such fools we are, who only listen

Once the moon’s cold glance is given,

Cheap regrets and cold remarks

Are burned and scored on marble hearts.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Shalini Dinesh]

Nice poem with wonderful expressions....