Epiphany
When, know not I, I sit alone,
Aloud I try "can I call you home?"
Too scared to look to you a glance,
To see which fate had caught my chance
Instead I whisper in the dark;
"Heed, my angel, best you hark,"
Unsettled tears do disembark--
"A thousand acres of my life
Yours would be, if you'd be my wife"
Surely none have here longer knelt,
Such retribution none before felt
As now I do; a fountain strong
Each drop a sea aflame with song.
A moment leads on moments more.
They march like warriors of lore
That fight for nothing but for war.
A seven times a seventy,
But for you, it happens gently.
Claspèd palms that warmed my heart-
Absent, taken from me in parts;
Smote, discarded to rest a while
Broke, dismantled, left in a pile,
Now leaf in view- a visit I dreamed!
They speak of you and all you seem
And promise me more days serene
If, into you, I leap and swim;
Forgive myself for all these sins.
I stand, and open, and peek around
And catch your light, your grace, your crown
"With wings yet grown, a dance will do
I'd give up the world, the moon for you--"
But here the book, the pages turn
They cinder, cackling as they burn.
I wake and seek -- for you I yearn...
Silence resumes, it never left.
Realising now, I am bereft.
Again I try "can I call you home?"
When, know I now;
I sit alone.
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The bit currently hassling me is "a seven times a seventy / but for you, it happens gently". I have no idea how the poem reads but it's meant to be sort of ambiguous and I'd rather hear some interpretations before I offer what it's 'about'... But primarily the metre for those two lines is way off... but I want to have seven times seventy/seventy times seven in it somewhere, and I want the ambiguity of for whom what is happening gently... blah.
Either way; I'm rather pleased with this. I sat down with no idea whatsoever of what to write, I just knew I wanted to write. Took me about two hours in total :| First like I wrote was "I hate the future", the next was "untied despair from my disgrace / like a mother / whose child brings home a bruise in a smile's place" but that was going nowhere.
So, uh... yeah. Sorry I RUINED the thread with my previous post.