Free Verse, Poetry, Structured Free Verse



his spirit echoes my name,
each new sunrise
his haziness fills my morning mind…

why can he not see?

how does his vision blur so
to the path of the heart?

blinded by side-light
in torment he flounders,
before him only Love shining
full upon his weary Soul…

he bears the weight of all distraction,
tethered to an illusion,
separation non-existent
the truth he does not hear,
are my tears fallen
for his loneliness,

my voice remains silent
while he sleeps.

© 2012 cairenn rhys


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