By your own hand

Love’s wildest son

Stepping in time with torment

A love of the hunt

Leads to love of the death

 

So you trod on the flower

That they saw through the window

So many times as children

Without a song to bring out the sun

 

In crashing down with the rain

You took the water in your mouth

And tasted the earth

Spluttered the salt and gravel

 

It was more than just a sign

That your gates were closing

I saw the key turning

Locked by your own hand

 

Blind love left your kiss

And true friend left your hand

Their forgiving side is dead

From thinking of your falling

 

The soft echo that you heard all over

“Life is no more permanent

Than the love that left you”

The parting guest in the final hour

 

Do you play that harp alone now

Willing the sleeping night to answer?

Can you still wrestle a note from it

Before hushing the sounds of morning?

 

And would you ever dare to tell

A later love about these times?

Or dare to find the true relation

Between time and peace?

 

Knowing that time may slow the tears

But tears have means to slow the time

Reviews

[Earthy Mumma Soul]

Do you play that harp alone now
Willing the sleeping night to answer?
Can you still wrestle a note from it
Before hushing the sounds of morning?

Great lines, nice one !! :)

[Hayley]

"Knowing that time may slow the tears
But tears have means to slow the time"

Excellent last lines. This whole piece is thought-provoking, and you raise some interesting questions relating to love and life and sadness. Sometimes we are the ones that hold the knife that cuts us so, sometimes not.
Good work!

[SilentNiaAngel]

Well written & powerful.. I like it=)

[Shy Girl]

very strong write...I enjoyed reading this very much..thank you for the RR :)

[CrimsonBlaze]

Powerful and deep words that were perfectly put inti place. Another poem of mystic beauty

[Cherrie]

there is true knowing in that ending,very powerful

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"But tears have means to slow the time"

such deep words, my friend

[Lily Mae]

I had the strangest feeling while reading this.. because of my own issues of course.. But as a writer that means your doing a great job in provoking thought in your readers. Would I ever dare to tell... hmm no.. sometimes we have lied to ourselves and the truth seems lost in some far away universe.. ;) xo