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Birdsong

i’d lock myself up

so sealed away

in a tower, high up in the sky

 

away from all else

bleak, sorrowful peace

would give my own tears

time to dry

 

i could wake up alone

in this castle of hurt

and feel my dreams fade away

 

but the scene about us

where you stand at my side

is the one i still dream

to this day

 

i could hear the birds sing 

as they all fly on by

with splendid feathers in view 

 

yet still, the one thing 

i would long for the most

is a kiss, a whisper, from you

 

so come visit me here

i dare you to knock

on this gnarled, old rotting door

 

for i’d give the whole world

and everything else

to gaze in your eyes once more

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John Gilbert Ellis

Thu 7th Sep 2023 14:29

'gnarled, old rotting door' stands out as an image. A striking poem. Thank you.

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