The dying Poet

The dying Poet

Written by: C. Lee Battaglia

Light! more light! the shadows deepen,
        And my life is ebbing low,
Throw the windows widely open:
        Light! more light! before I go

Let the sunshine pass over me

let it play around my bed,

And into the dimly lighted valley

Onwards, lonely I must tread 

Light! more light! for death is near

Darkness is here waning sight

And I would look towards her

Through the earthly light

And she would be there waiting;
        There she'd be ever so bright,
As the dying poet whispers
        It's a glorious day for light, more light.
 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked your words my friend today.
"And she would be there waiting;
There she'd be ever so bright,
As the dying poet whispers
It's a glorious day for light, more light"
This would be amazing verbal poetry. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Thank you Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[May]

Amazing piece, I absolutely love it. You are definitely very talented. I look forward to seeing more of your work every day.

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Thank you May! It means the world to me!

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Beautiful- and the light leads us home- shows the way and brightens a weary heart- wonderful words of comfort and care🌹

[C. Lee Battaglia]

Thank you for the great review!

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

My pleasure🌹