The Young Days Are Over

The young days are over

Over forever

The gods close up the skies

And seal all our sighs

The rocks push up from earth

It is the end of all birth

Last kisses are kissed

Sand slips through our fists

Waves become wings

Drowning sweet things

And talking is ceased

Of man and beast

The romance is over

Over forever

Hands loose from hands

Canyons separate the lands

Winds blow from the west

We lay in eternal rest

Buried in the ground

No colour or sound

We loved once each other

Then torn cruelly asunder

Rest to the broken souls

While the death bell tolls

When life is ended

Something is mended

Eyes pressed closed

No more tears flow

No sound, just light

Giving way to the night

And lying in wait

For some happier fate

Between the here and now

Smooth the furrowed brow

Honour us our rest

Do not weep for our death

The hurt and the wound

Will be over soon

Roses bloom in the east

Thorns coexist with peace

So our lives did stand

For something just as grand

We meant to live forever

Twin flames must go together

When young days are over

over forever

Beautifully written....I really liked your poem. 10/10

Hello... nice poem. By the way, you are from a beautiful part of this country. I am south of you a ways but I know your area well.

Thank you for reading....Yes, Redding.....Where I spent many happy days.......

Its cold here tonight... my heaters putting in some overtime.

It's cold here as well..The ground never defrosts, and the trees are silver with ice

I'm from Minnesota, but I think I'm getting spoiled by California. Brr.

Yes, California can be warm and golden, but also surprise us with cold, cold nights......

BTW... the trees always look very pretty with that ice on them. Clean, crisp and cold air is a fond memory for me.

Yes, there is a melancholy beauty in the frozen world....

What made you write this poem?

Beyond the obvious guessing that I could do....

I'm not always sure why I write what I do..but most of my writing comes from longing....

Well, you're very good at it. I have a hard time rhyming myself... so good poetry is nice to read.

Longing... thats a feeling I am much too closely associated with these days too.

Thank you....It is indeed hard to find proper rhyme schemes that flow..Do you write at all?

Where does your longing come from?

The heart is complex and rules my world. Sometimes I wish that wasn't so but not often.

My longing comes from a desire to find peace in a world that is constantly in flux. I am juggling so many things that something needs to drop. It also stems from decisions I made earlier in life that affect me now. I also long for the woman I love who is now gone, a reality that is fresh and tough to accept.

The heart is the only rightful ruler of our world....But I know the little sorrows such rule can bring.....I hope your longing turns to light....

I know what you mean about this world....And I am sorry about the loss of your love. When did this happen?

No, I don't write... not because I don't like to but because I am limited for time. I like to read more that to write. Poetry is a thoughtful expression of a persons mind if done well and I enjoy the insight into that persons mind.

I said Goodbye to her on Thursday evening... so it's very fresh.

Yes, poetry is thought and passion united in a powerful way....

I am so very sorry to hear of this loss. Do you think it is permanent?