Soul’s calling

by Teatart

In the dusk of my heart
Doth the twilight still fall
Although eons apart
My love is unworn

As sparse as the leaves
Silently fallen
Oh how my heart grieves
Patiently calling

Perhaps I shall never see
The dawn that doth awaken
Perhaps I shall never be
With he that is taken

Close to his frosted breath
Is all that I yearn
Till my very death
Shall I ever learn?

Tis my life that has no countless meaning
Nor shall I ever possess
For him that my heart must constantly be weaning
Shall never be possessed

~ Sherrie Dyer

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One Comment to “Soul’s calling”

  1. I have been reading this great piece of art again and again,it is so original and I do not seem to get enough of it.And yes,it is all clear now,we have a very distinct way of painting emotions so well in our own prose,this semblance is not a mere coincidence.Speaks so much about the truest of human heart,the emotions…I love this!!!!

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