days of winter
On the first day of winter
I left home to sail the sea.
I said,
"I'll be back before Christmas"
and she believed me.
Oh, didn't she believed me
and oh, didn't she wait
by the window all winter long.
On the last day of winter
I came home from the seas.
I said,
"Let me in, love, it's me"
and she believed me.
Oh, didn't she believe me
and oh, didn't she open
the door to let me in.
Her blood was bright as rubies in the snow
and the ice glinted with diamond-light.
Oh, didn't she love me
and oh, didn't she believe.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
