Fading warmth
by a gentle_rose
Drifting shadows depart at dawn
the world is reborn like a newborn fawn
A figure clutches her shawl amidst hallowing skies
-moist with tainted sorrow that never dries
desperation clings to her weary eyes
as she touches cold earth where a slumbering soul lies
Her wizened hands shake with fear
As she recalls her forgone youth
grasping at distant memories who refused the truth
Blurring landscapes refused to clear
As she clings onto fading remnants of one she holds dear
Around her, glistening wildflowers sprout out of new soil
marking the end of great winter’s toil
Birds prepare their magnificent wings to roam the sparse earth
The world shakes away darkness with great rebirth
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Yet a figure remains in standstill,
where time assumes relativity and emotions runs rampant,
and where loyalty and love remains ever so valiant
Relentless efforts to seek refuge in her lover’s fading scent
shall only end in futility
as fate punishes her deathly defiance of the heavens’ will
How could inevitability feel so suprising? Why does it hurt like so?
A quiet hiraeth enraptures her heart
as she traces the patchwork memories of her counterpart
she seeks comfort in her numbered days
murmuring what her lord says
‘’ They will be reunited, in a paradise beyond the stars’
Clinging onto her loved ones platitudes she listens
a silent longing ceaselessly brewing
her cross provides her with a semblance of hope worthy of pursuing
Until then, she attempts to make it through an endless june.
Transcript: (A poem about a grieving lady who mourns the death of her husband, while the world continues to move on.)
