“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” Kahlil Gibran
LOVE UNDER THE SHADOWS
by
Jamie Dedes
nothing moves, not even the reluctant beat
of your heart, which once danced with mine
and made rough sense of life, now so like
·
summer noon when all is still, even bees
and your gray eyes that happily feasted
on mine and shared my lamentations
·
death too grieves at the sorry circumstance
of such fools whose trivial discontents and
untoward presumptions fade into nothing
·
tears that we embraced the world and the
flesh and neglected the shadows that rode our
backs where angel wings more rightly rest
·
© 2012 poem, Jamie Dedes All rights reserved
Photo credit ~ Michael Drummond, Public Domain Pictures.net
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A thought provoking poem Jamie… all those trivial things in the end mean so little.
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