Poem -
When
" My Sun Sets "
1. Everytime I see the sun a setting,
I remember what is to be forgetting,
And the loniness is a-rising,
To a memroy that is slowly dying.
2. To whom what it may concern,
To every which way is to yearn,
And the strength of a fire deeply burns,
To a faith that is wavering to learn.
3. So I seek, to regret the memories that are setting,
To live in them, is to be lost of forgetting,
And what do I do, when I am lost without you,
To life there is no glory, of a fading love to forgotten history.
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Comments
How much I like this! One of your best so far. By the way, your previous one “You” is so funny,
you have a dry sense of humour, I like dry humour. B
Ohhh!,
Me Lady-B,
Thank you,
You always bring cheers,
To my tears,
THANK YOU
I find a wistfulness to these words. Memories the writer feels are fading away maybe never to be retrieved. And I like the use of the sun setting in the first verse as a metaphor for the memories. In the first verse the memory could actually be about anything. It is only by the third line of the last verse that the reader knows the source of the memories with the mention of "you." Nicely done.
Thank you, so much,
Sir. Bernie Martin,
I am always amaze,
That The Seer in Wisdom,
Can clearly see beyond the mists,
THANK YOU
You are welcome and thank you. Beyond the mists sounds good.
From start to finish, you did justice to each verse... Great lines... Lovely lovely write... Don't want to be lost, to life or time... Become a legend... They live in on our histories be it as a myth, as truth or a mere tale. Cheers.
Thank you,
Cleo,