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Date Posted: 15:20:06 03/04/01 Sun
Poem - "Forgive Me"
Tuesday, 05-Dec-00 12:33:02
24.141.157.1 writes:
Forgive Me
When I kneel at your dewey grave
And think of all the love you gave
To such a wretch as I;
My darling, I remember, though
My heart is clouded with such woe
I cannot help but cry.
A life of pain is now at ease;
In spite of all my sighs and pleas,
You've left me all alone;
The gentlest heart, the sweetest smile
That ever graced the earth awhile
Marked by a simple stone.
The ground below is now your bed--
With soft and humble feet I tread,
Though you're no longer near;
The sun still shines, the birds still sing
Although I have lost everything
That I have held so dear.
And so, while I on earth do mourn,
Love-forsaken and life-forlorn,
You shall in heaven arrive;
Oh please look down with pitying eyes,
Forgive me, dear; I did not prize
You while you were alive.
~Heather~
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Poem - "Night Funeral"
Friday, 15-Dec-00 00:04:06
24.141.157.1 writes:
Night Funeral
Sweet sadness fills the sable sky,
The stars have lost their sight;
The moon-wept dew casts a golden hue
O'er the requiem of night.
Cast off your sombre colours all,
Avert your watery eye;
'Tis Nature's way to thus decay--
To weep, to sleep, to die.
Heather
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Poem - "December"
Wednesday, 07-Feb-01 12:50:37
24.141.158.177 writes:
December
The Januaries of my childhood,
The endless trees draped in lace
And elegant icy garlands;
The soft, gentle snowfalls or
The wild, wind whipped ones
It never mattered.
It was lovely;
It was white and delicately pure.
It was beauty.
Not a care had we,
Under the ice wreathed stars
Like bright, hot wounds scarring the winter sky.
Deep cold known by so few
Bit sorely into red tipped fingers and noses
But we laughed, undaunted,
The frostbitten air cleansing our lungs;
For time had frozen, too.
We laughed, we laughed, so unaware
That the shadow of a mighty Hand
Guided us silently, stealthily onward
Toward darkness,
Toward death.
And through the years,
Decades of Januaries come and go.
The journey ends, too soon,
Too soon;
My December dawns at last.
The cold is all I know.
Heather
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