The Exile


You walked away that clear autumn day
And every step lasted a thousand years
And every step shrouded my heart
In everlasting night
Again I was exiled, adrift in my ache
Exiled from my homeland
My homeland where your hair was the crowned night
Your back the valley of my longings
Your palms the islands for my hands to find solace
Your voice the morning's nightingale
Your eyes the firmament of my dreams
Every step, every minute of my exile
And the city becomes a ruin
The well is poisoned
Sleep awakens the thunderclap of memory
I search in faces and corners
Places pregnant with memory
But I am cast away
Adrift now in the sea
The sea of your thousand year wake.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem