Sic Transit Gloria Mundi

The last poem I ever wrote, and will ever write.

the lady on the shore, by: elliott james griffin
does this moon have you in store,
you,
my lady on the shore…

laying down to dream, outside time and space
like before, i am greeted by the same sad face.

sitting by my ocean,
you look so pale
do you require my strength?
you seem so frail…

your skin always so kind;
resting gently on the beaches of my mind.
your eyes always so empty;
carrying burdens that weigh so heavy

a beauty that is deeper than my eye sees
will you always be in my dreams,
will you always reside in me?

why is your heart so broken…
is it my fault,
for saving words i have never spoken?
i am sorry:
if only the morning did not steal you
and each night our love begin anew

my lady, if only…
why must the days
be so
lonely..?

trapped in my sleep, we cannot get out
and each time fear grasps my throat,
silencing words id die to shout!

i love you…!
words i have not spoke
and everytime i attempt to speak them
i am silenced by a choke

are you
the unattainable,
the unimaginable,
the girl i wish to hold..?

or are you
the allusion of whats to unfold:
something so beautiful, something so perfect-
all alone.

in day i sift through the dreams
and realize im still not awake
this world is not real;
this world is a fake

you are real
you are reality
you are really
in me

enough! it will end!
to hell my soul i will send!
on this night i am coming for you
even at cost of heaven’s blue!

i will not leave you by your own
for such sin i could never atone
i will take my life to sleep
never caring where my soul shall creep

meet me by the sunset, our brightest door
Now I will always have time for you,
you,
my lady on the shore…

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One Response to “Sic Transit Gloria Mundi”

1. raciB Says:
   November 29th, 2007 at 12:00 pm

   “It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
   That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
   And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me…”

   remniscent much?

   

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