Weeping Song Poem by Alesia Leach
Weeping Song
There is an ancient tune,
as old as the wandering moon.
It floats on gentle breeze,
of a woman weeping.
It moans softly through the trees
and haunts you when you dream.
Her tears are like a gentle stream,
of lost lullabies she will never sing.
It whispers faintly in the rain
emptiness of arms that never fade.
Death and loss is all that pervade
on her nightly serenade.
Like the Weeping willow.... a weeping song! Let me lie awake one night to hear the doleful song of this invisible desolate woman who could never sing a lullaby! You have succeeded in creating an air of mystery in the whole poem! Enjoyed.....!
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7/31/2025 4:08:37 AM # 1.0.0
No ancient tune as well as old wandering moon. Wonderful composition with suitable wording. This is definitely a marvellous poem shared in this forum. Nice sharing in this forum.