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Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
Heaven Wakes At The Break Of Dawn,
Mortals Slept Through Somber Lorn!

The Starry Stars Were Watchful Till The End,
And Left No Traces With Each Passage Drenched!

The Rising Of The Setting Sun,
On Each Passing Bells From Grace To Grace;

The Age Of Man with No Retrace,
All Bright And Dark Would Nature Hum,
With Every End A Blissful Trot.
Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
Dark Shadows Lurked Her Flesh,
On A Night Of Cloudless Fog!

Cricket Noises Trailed Their Den,
The Falling Leafs,
On Wind They Trolled!

On A Dreaded Night,
The Clouds Rode,
Far Flying Crows
,Weightless They Plagued The Sky;
Humming  Sweet Sonorous Chimes!
Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
The Night Draws Near,
An Age Of Endless Despair!
Our Toils Would Spurn,
Our Ocular Lids A Drowsy Lot!

The Moon Rekindle's A Shadowed Sky,
Birds Of The Air:
Owl Who Knows, Crane Who Talks,
And Fire-flies,
Their Lights They Shone!

The Night Draws Near,
The Drifting Cloud Spurns Sour Breeze;
Adrift The Lair Of Open Windows,
Caresses Men With Blissful Treats;
Where Milder Soothing's Would Her Morning's Loath!
Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
"From Thy Thresh-Holds,
I Wish To Uphold;
Through The Wave-Tide Αnd Gravity,
To Where I Feel Sympathy!"

"To Thy Branches I Rest,
A Tree Of A Caring-Shade;
Like Thy Sturdy-Roots Of Crest,
Shall I Stay Brave Αnd Will Never Fade!"

"From Thine Gift Of Wings I Fly,
Into Horizons Of Unsearched-Sky;
By The Limits Of Reality,
Shall I Soar My Dreams Upon A Fantasy!"

"Αnd On Thine Heart,
Shall My Nest Be Built;"

"Peacefully Αnd Gently,
Shall I Take My Rest;
For With Thine Compassion,
I Am Caressed!"
Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
1st Stanza:
"When My Life Hath All But Lost, A Barren Fleet Of A Weeping Man"..."And The Moon Hath To My Eye Lost, With Several Journeys Of No Strand"

2nd Stanza:
"Within These Four Walls I Thus Tarried/ Hoping That Tis Gaze May Fetch A Glimpse Of Her/ And The Good Old Memories We Lived On Various Siege/ Were All But Gone By Wind's Chaff!"

3rd Stanza:
"Though The Winds May Frown/ a Soul Left To Die Hath No Loss/ Hath I Besieged Naught My Queen And Crown/ Words Need Not Say Much!// For This Sea Where Endless Hath But Drowned/ For What Awaits I'd Gladly Give With No Cost!"

4th Stanza:
"Alas! My Paddling Reached Me To The Shores/ And To Behold My Eyes/ A Figure Dressed In Red Top;// Could It Be She Whom My Soul Doth Lunged?/ Nor She That My Efforts Find?"

Last Stanza:
"Behold As I Heaved Slowly/ Ripping The Veils Off Her Head/ She Was Non Other Than My Leslie/ Her Beauty Which Hath For Years So Fair A Spotless Sheet/ Once Again Returned A New Leaf!"
The poem is somewhat descriptive. A tale of two lovers that parted for a long time. Then fate brought them together beneath the 'night of the crescent moon', so they lived happily ever after.
Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
1st Verse:
"Whispers Of The Night/ How Sweet And Sonorous Your Rite/ O'er These Streams Mashed Of Wandering Plights/ O'er These Bricks Laden'd With Strife!"...

2nd Verse:
"Whispers Of The Night/ How Cold Your Chimes, Yet Soft It Sooth's/ How Lust My Eyes, Upon Your Roots!/ What Joy It Brings, For Men To Sing/ For Men To Dance, Upon Your Wings!"

3rd Verse:
"Like A Stream, You Flow, Your Waters, Reaching Through Us/ Like A Sheep, Who Mourns For Her Lost Cub!// Like A Deer, Your Voice So Numb..Yet So Calm, You Worried Naught!"

4th Verse:
"Living Vicariously Through You, Left Me Down With Nothing Else To Do"..."Thinking Of What I Should've Down, Rid My Lips Of Truth!"...

Last Verse:
"Battered I Am, Still The Memories Remained/ Of How I Traveled Through Life, I Know Naught/ Of How I Tarried And Failed, For No Cause!// Oh' Whispers, For How Long Have You Journeyed?, And What Season Has It Been?/ For A Mentor You'd Remain, As Long As Time Prevailed!"
Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
"Like Wilted Roses, My Soul Is Torn/
From My Despair, My Emotions Lost!"
"Suddenly, Amidst These Lies, My Death I Can See/
My Dreams Slain, And Thus No Future Left For Me!"
"Engravings Of Love, Tarnished - Lie, All Day Long/
Once Trust - Now Fades, Forever, Like Desert's Dust!"
"All Those Plots, Before My Eyes, Now Flashes/
My Love, Where Once, Would Lust, Now Blown Away Like Leafs!"
"Mirrored Scythe Of Love, Bred The Roots Of Lie/
Blossoms In The Air, And All That Inhale's, Are Sure To Die!"
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