Little Voice: A Fragment

[thatboweryman]

Little Voice: A Fragment

Within a dream once I saw
A sleepless beauty who said,
‘Oh! What vain reflections flow
Amidst thine eternal dread.’
Within the darkness she veiled
Herself, attired in shadows.
Each dress, an unchanging child
At conflict with my abode-
As mutable as the lyre,
Whose dissonant strings perished;
From whence this beauty aspires,
Denied, due undying rest.

[misterpoet]

I like this one. it really hits the spot. so sad, so deep. i remember when it was just so small. now it's grown into something even more magical!

[thatboweryman]

Thanks very much! Its sooo nie to have a fellow poet to help shape my poetry as it grows into its 'finalling' form- and to do it so altruistically!!!