Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Wither Do We Go From Here?

It is hard to fathom,
These acts unkind,
By people you always said were “mine”.
Those boats in which we sailed together;
Leaking now, with this stormy weather.
The oars in half, the mast fallen;
The shores we sailed for,
In vain; still calling.

Our castles of vows slowly wither,
The river wild has brought us hither.
And every part it carefully takes;
Remember the flag with pride we had placed.
The towers we had held together;
Cracked and falling,
Has our love turned bitter?

Our words in silence still knock my ears,
The laughs we had still drown the fears,
The bugle sounds; the end is near,
And wither my friend, do we go from here?

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