I Was the Sun, You the Vanishing Frost
I Was The Sun, You The Vanishing Frost
I will listen to you but will you talk
of sorrow's night, you took that leaving walk
sun-burnt memories all that remains
and tragedy of Love's saddest bloodstains.
I can beg but I know the cause is lost!
I was the Sun, you the vanishing Frost!
I shall pray, your life was later set straight
gone the jealousy that gave you your hate
now ash born, book of lies you believed
healed now, heart's wounds once so aggrieved!
I can beg but I know the cause is lost!
I was the Sun, you the vanishing frost!
I will send, Forgiveness and Love your way
ask the same as I bow my head to pray
your release from the demons in your mind
begging you again, please reply in kind!
I can beg but I know the cause is lost!
I was the Sun, you the vanishing frost!
I was the Sun, you the vanishing frost!
I was the Sun, you the vanishing frost!
Robert J. Lindley,
Sept 17th, 1979
Rhyme, ( Where The Wildest Shining Flower No Longer Glows)
Note: Found this poem this afternoon. Written on the back of an empty envelope stuck in the middle of the second old poetry journal I am now editing.
I have decided not to edit a word of it, as it represents a heartbroken time in
my life forty years ago. I hope you may enjoy it as a poetic piece and see that
even in true abject despair, one can write to show others that life goes on
and life can and does later reward its blessings to those that survive its
horrendous and massively deep gut wrenching blows!
Posting now, least I forget this one and it never again sees light of day.
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