adventures in dysthymia

Monday, June 20, 2011

Sing No More

I will sing no more on the mountain;
I will sing no more of you.

The rocks have held me, dreaming,
as I wept in their arms.
The high snows are streaming
to a distant sea.

I will sing no more with my friends;
I will sing no more of you.

My heart has sailed away
on last night's full moon,
all that was yesterday
afloat upon its tides.

I will sing no more of tomorrow;
I will sing no more of you.

Sea and sky have faded
each into the other.
The dawn would bring you to me;
you wore the scent of gardens.

I will sing no more in the valleys;
I will sing no more of you.

Once night threw stars at me
as I slept in your arms.
You and I have faded
each into the other.

I will sing no more love.
I will sing no more of you.

Stephen Brooke ©2011

I think it's a love poem or something. Sometimes I'm too cryptic even for myself.

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