+The Ruined Roses+ {In Memory of Little Bruno, My Dearest, Darlingest own Friend} The flavour of love wanes like faded shadows Upon a heart once ripped in its mandrake Little and great among flawless angels Bruno lived in hope of better days The hours of parting hath thus drew nigh Your innocence dimmed as you hissed away Troubles of pains feasted upon your flesh You’d paid the price of reckless martyrdom The tunes of your voice veered shakily Opined that rest is better than pains ‘There’s peace within the farther realms’ Where stars stood huger than the oak. The night’s vowed to end many miseries The skies fade greyish linen splendours Shadows upon the land has thus cast A soul is soaring home to his Maker Floating within the shadows fleeing winds, Shattered dreams and battered harvests The winter’s wrath has assailed the field Drying the greenness of a greenish orchard Oh, how dreams slip the reach of helpless mortals Oh, how visions dim with the dying eastern sun Oh, how time fails to heal the heated spirits Bruno, here’s life’s fairy gift of bows and steels Oh, how the hands of time picks at will Oh, fate engraves her will unhindered Oh, how endlessly rivers meet the seas Oh, how the moon has withdrawn her light Steel, bows and arrows are life’s gifts Blessed are the feeble in upwards path The bowmen bow heads in fury The seamen see the roughness of the sea Light Shedrack{c} 2013
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 08:49:10 +0000
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