I stood a top a ridge
As dusk was creeping in
But the half-light shined through my eyes
Blaming myself and your wicked pride
I drank and I sang some pretty lies
So now here I sit watching moon rise
Reflections on all of those good times
So I sat on the ridge
When the moon was high
Hummingbird hovered by my side
Your absence still hurts my foolish pride
But it's not your fault nor is it mine
When the hummingbird flew far away
I found a smile I could not hide
I walked from the ridge
Behind was pale moonlight
No vengeance left in my weary heart
I will roam this forest forever
Searching for something never been found
With some grin my solitude brings about
Singing with the birds with tear stained eyes
I sat on a ridge top
Watching dawn come around
About the Creator
Schmalz
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Comments (2)
Your poem was so poignant and wonderful. Sad yet liberating at the dame time. Beautifully written!
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