The Hour

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The Hour


  So softly the tide echoes my life,

that searches twilight reaches of the past,

secret dreams and ancient seas,

forever drift with my spirit... beyond the horizon.


Hearing your voice in the grey mists,

seeing the haunting reflection of your gaze,

an indistinct image remains...

yet, the feelings are sharp...like brilliant crystal.


Those moments which have crumbled,

and found their death in The Hour's passage,

still plague this place I inhabit...

still shock this frail and injured psyche.


And Time may watch, as my broken heart recovers,

but Fate can never be merciful,

for the injury is past true healing,

as the loss resides forever... inside my soul.

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Mylyfe’s Poems (55)

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It will come to me 4
Fades Away 2
I swear 0
Ravenous 1
One look 0
It beats 1
I must Live 1
Trying times 1
Morning Love 4
Affection 1
Lay me down 1
Reach up 2
Baby Girl 1
Imagine 1
Morning After 2
Eyes 2
Love is Real 1
Entoxicating night... 1
Time to love....Again 0
Let me 1
Shakled yet Free 1
symphony 0
Roses turns blue 0
Trapped 0
Tribute to a legend 0
Someone Special 0
What is Romance? 0
Dont... 0
Imprisoned mind 1
You were Wrong 1
I wish R.I.P G-Ma 0
Old and The New 0
What's Left Of Me 0
The Hour 0
Love's Song 0
Feeling for Whom I've yet to meet 0
Heats Plea 0
One Voice 0
Godess 0
Love brings me to you 0
Unrequited L.O.V.E 0
shhh...tears 1
Doesn't go right 0
poetic soul 1
Perception 1
stay or walk away 0
Take me there 1
Broken Promises 1
Pretend 0
Each day 0
Innocence 0
I can......I will! 0
Unimportant 0
NO ONE ELSE: 0
I hear my heart 0