A dear poet friend asked me to post a poem of mine that she really loves. I did, and in fact I posted it in several communities. POETS selected it for a unique honor. I had never been Poet of the Week before, and may never be again!
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Here's the poem!
E’en’s Last Dark Hour
Before e’en’s last dark hour goes by
Softly, my sweet, take I my leave of thee.
Like the wild geese now away I must fly.
Times of bliss we have savored, you and I.
As I leave, thy face, soft with sleep, I see
Before e’en’s last dark hour goes by
Glimmering distantly in eastern sky
Helios rising over yonder tree
Like the wild geese now away I must fly
Long embraced we two under moonlight sky
Upon the lush green grasses of the lea
Before e’en’s last dark hour goes by
Before falling asleep, I heard thy sigh,
Beseeching me not to take leave of thee
Like the wild geese now away I must fly.
Before e’en’s last dark hour goes by
And thou the shining stars no longer see,
Beside thee, my love, I no longer lie.
Like the wild geese now away I must fly.
Arthur Turfa, © 2015
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