The Shadowed Hearth
The Villanelle of a Love That Will Not Die
The night returns yet you are never near
I wander halls where silence chills the bone
This lingering grief shall haunt me year by year
Through fading flame I see your face appear
A ghostly flame that trembles pale alone
The night returns yet you are never near
Each whispered breeze recalls your vanished cheer
The laughter lost the hearth where warmth had shone
This lingering grief shall haunt me year by year
I chase the wind but shadows leer and jeer
No hand to hold no voice to soothe my moan
The night returns yet you are never near
I curse the stars that mark your absence clear
Their cold light strikes my heart a stony throne
This lingering grief shall haunt me year by year
O memory relentless cruel austere
Bind me to echoes where your love has flown
The night returns yet you are never near
This lingering grief shall haunt me year by year
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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