Thursday, April 27, 2006

Cuz I think its cool

Here's another poem

Winter's Failing
Don't glance at the falling leaves, my dear
Drifting to adorn the bleak ground in their death
Look at the sun till shining here
For a brief moment; before it has snuffed its breath
On the cold hand of winter (Summer still will win)
The lies of broken cloud will shatter.

Remember all our hopes and dreams, love
All that sweet pain of knowing
So many things we gain now
So much that must be lost
The temporal sacrifice is worth it
But worthiness does not ease the burn

The night is moaning in agony,
But look to the stars,
See them smiling solemnly down
Hear their promise, spoken with sadness tempered joy
Listen with your heart's eyes
Learn from their song of forever
A hymn that by passes time
Not remembering the wheeling years

Ignore the bleeding moon, my darling
It will fade and be forgotten
In the place beyond hours and days
There even our love may crumble, dearest
Under the falling seconds
Droplets of liquid lead
But He will not forget His promise

I know He won't be long, I'm waiting
His footsteps are sounding on the cobbles
Still for mercy's sake He tarries still
But calmly and strongly, in hope and joy and sorrow
A voice, filled with a pain, a peace, a Life
Beyond what we can fathom yet
His voice, echos across the mounting waiting silence, saying,
"Soon"

11 Comments:

Blogger Amy Thorne said...

Utter sveetness. You have talents, my friend.

10:33 AM  
Blogger Feanor said...

I aspire to be as good as you.

11:40 AM  
Blogger quirky said...

ooo, now this one i definitely like. :-D

6:59 PM  
Blogger Feanor said...

HI BUDDY! I tried to call several times today, but apparently your mom was on the phone all day, cause the phone just rang and rang.

7:58 PM  
Blogger Feanor said...

Haha, absolutely. Congratulations on making it to Nationals with Impromptu, all that Shakespeare paid off I guess.

1:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe you should find someone to publish "The words of Irony, and even a Little Jollity"
Admiral Nelson

10:33 AM  
Blogger Amy Thorne said...

Your conscious is calling you. In the voice of amy:

Email me. Email me....

6:36 PM  
Blogger Feanor said...

But i did, my dear, I replied to your last email several days ago, do you not check the James addy? Please advise, so that I can resend it to your other addy if needed. I must admit that I was beginning to grow curious at your silence.

9:59 PM  
Blogger Suzanne said...

I like this poem ... yes ... it'll do fine.

I think I'll steal it now and make my millions.

4:46 PM  
Blogger Leighanne said...

I think I remember my first impression of you, Evan. It was at Courtney's birthday party...the Five Little Peppers. You played the father. I though that you were a very odd looking boy because you were so tall and your hair was so strange. :-)

8:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wait a minute, Admiral Nelson? I wondered if that was what Andrew meant...

This probably has nothing to do with anything said in this space or others, but I just said hi. Got it? I only said hi.

5:51 PM  

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