The End.....
She sits in the dark, staring at the moon,
A love so fragile died today,
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A beautiful imagery of two distinct opposite stages. At one stage: So her Book of Life tells a tragic tale..... And at other stage: Sad tenants of her bleak domain Whisper farewell, Very nice thoughtful write.
This is such a lovely poem, apparently simple, but deep in its content! Enjoyed reading!
Your poem reminds me deeply of Hermann Hesse's Poem called 'Stages' here on PoemHunter. Hesse shows us no Queen that makes his life worth living, but calls on his own heart to join him on his journey, confident in a Cosmic Spirit that is always leading him to a home that will meet his needs. Whoever your King may be, and wherever the two of you may call home and rest your souls, know too dear Poet, that your King, your future home, are always a part of God's plan for your life and that following that plan will always lead to a better you. Your future happiness is never really the gift of another (in my opinion.) Remember what George Bush used to say till he was laughed out of office 'I am the Decider.' Some people still think they are God and well, what can you say. Ha! Stages As every flower fades and as all youth Departs, so life at every stage, So every virtue, so our grasp of truth, Blooms in its day and may not last forever. Since life may summon us at every age Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor, Be ready bravely and without remorse To find new light that old ties cannot give. In all beginnings dwells a magic force For guarding us and helping us to live. Serenely let us move to distant places And let no sentiments of home detain us. The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces. If we accept a home of our own making, Familiar habit makes for indolence. We must prepare for parting and leave-taking Or else remain the slave of permanence. Even the hour of our death may send Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces, And life may summon us to newer races. So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
the book of life that tells a tragic tale turns a new page... that says all Lora.
Beautiful composition.