Naught But Left

Written by: Gregory Richard Barden

Naught But Left

Stars to drown in Heaven's pleat
          Told, too late, that dawn is nigh
               Butter moon melts yellow, sweet
     Spread with baste upon the sky -

          (Naught but left to wonder why)


Berried bows that purse to kiss
          Tender lips 'neath honeyed hair
               Lovers swim thru' meadow bliss
     Lost to passion, bright and bare -

          (Naught but left to wonder where)


In the beryl boughs they weave
          On the wing, what throats allow
               Nightingales thus dearly grieve
     Of the morning's furrowed brow -

          (Naught but left to wonder how)


Sojourn life, to death from birth
          Bound for dreams and back again
               Loves and reefs to gore our girth
     Washed to ruin at journey's end -

          (Naught but left to wonder when)


We peering humans look to see
          Paths and prints we left behind
               Still, we've gypsies yet to free -
     All that wanders thru our mind -

          (All the wonders ... left to find)


All the wonders ...





~ 1st Place ~  in the "Strand Special 4, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.