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Jan 2014 · 1.4k
HEAVEN WAKES
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.
Jan 2014 · 3.2k
THE CROW
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!
Jan 2014 · 1.6k
THE NIGHT DRAWS NEAR
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!
Jan 2014 · 1.2k
TRESH-HOLD OF COMFORT
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!"
Jan 2014 · 1.3k
NIGHT OF THE CRESCENT MOON
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.
Jan 2014 · 1.4k
WHISPERS OF THE NIGHT
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!"
Jan 2014 · 1.9k
MIRRORED SCYTHE
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!"
Jan 2014 · 1.8k
Etheree: SOURED MEMORIES
Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
"Oh/
What Sad/
The Nile Brings!"
"A Lonesome Past/
The Tree Loving Birds/
In Their Feathers Were Clung'd!"
"Not A Day Would Sorrow Cease/
Not A Joy Would My Respite Know!"
"Drowning In This Heathen Of Despair/
Battered Still' But I Long To Someday Rise!"
Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
1st-QUATRAIN:
To Death, My Love Sailed, Striding Down Bare Ground/
That Of This Molten Top, Alone i  Rest/
Thou See'st Of Me In Sorrow's Den Abound/
Which By And By, Rough Winds Doth Bring To Dearth.

2nd-QUATRAIN:
That Gourd Of Time Thou Brought  In Me Of Joy/
And Oh, Upon Those Moments Came Relief/
We Ate, We Dine, We Held Our Sacred Choice/
Each Gracious Time With You, A Soothing Meet/

3rd-QUATRAIN:
For Every Feelings Shared, Each Others Side/
And Every Rhythms Played From Every Song/
Each Pleasures Found From All Emotions Bright/
Would Never Fade, Nor Fall's On Natures Plot.

COUPLET:
Always With You I'll Stay, In All My Days/ Our Mem'ries Made, Not Death Could Take Away!"
Jan 2014 · 1.5k
EPITAPH
Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
"Amidst These Purest Bud, In A Gourd Of Flesh, In The Deep Hades, There I Lay!"..."Upon This Ground, My Essence Drip,
Regrets, Bathed My Graveyard,
For Me, Do Not Weep!"
Patrick Sunday Jan 2014
"Oh November, Oh November! Death, Hath In Cold Crimpson's Knashed!"..."Sweet, Sweet, November! Dressed, Hath Your Sons In Robed Black!"

"Your Wondrous Tales, Of My Moment Seemed, Thwarted!"..."Your Solemn Heat, Of The Summer Did Bring, Lament!"

"Of No Goose, Of No Goose, Flee, Shall Of Your Fogless Cloud Be Found!"..."Of No Grave, Of No Grave, Leech, Would Of Your Sanctuary Lay Ground!"

"And Somber Somber Days, Hath Us, Oh, Of Darker Times And No Brighter Rays, To See!"

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