Eclipse and ‘flare’ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The day that you were lost to me
Somewhere between the sand and sea
Somewhere between the breath
And breathless dusty death
A raven flying homeward, finally free
That day the moon rose over the sun
Eclipsed all beauty, so overcome
And roiling in my grief
I lost all soul, belief
I was a simple beggar, come undone
The night I burrowed in your grave
All fiends and devils gladly braved
Annihilation so complete
Just falling at their feet
As though it yet might be that you were saved
The day that you were lost to me
Our joy, such wretched brevity
Somewhere in broken love
And deathless skies above
I ached for one last moment to believe
© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved
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There is a wretchedness about losing love and the love of another. ‘Aching’ is such a good word. Lovely Helen.
Thanks Michael! It’s a vague homage to Wuthering Heights and the Heathcliff obsession post Cathy’s death. I always loved that book! 🙂 🙂
Yes to this, wretched art.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Oh my word Helen! This is so beautiful!!! I love it!
Thanks Briana!! 🙂 🙂
Truly beautiful, Sis. Made me miss my dad so much. Hugs!! xxxx Wuthering Heights is my favorite book alongside Pride and Prejudice, of course. lol
LOL, yes we can’t leave Mr Darcy out of the picture. But who would one choose between him and Heathcliff…I tend to think I’d go for Heathcliff, which probably sums up why I haven’t had the best of relationship histories in my life!! 🙂 🙂 xxxx
lololol…..Ahhhhh, my long lost kindred Sister!!!! I feel much better!! 🙂
we do ache ~ you have described this so beautifully Helen.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
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Consider me blown away wow!!!
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
This is one of your many poems that no matter how painful the images evoked, one continues to read and then reread because of its beauty.
Wow, thank you ,that is so kind!! 🙂 🙂
I love the poem so full of longing for what is lost.
I did stumble a bit with the changing rhythm.
Thanks – yes the rhythm did change a bit throughout – more emotional than disciplined in writing it I fear!! 🙂
That’s fine, more truthful and not forced into a box 🙂
A very moving read! The title grabbed my attention immediately.
Thanks so much Noora! 🙂 🙂