'The River Whispered'

a poem by Richard Gildea, UK - poetry writer, author, poet

(Posted on behalf of our dear friend Pauline)

“Don’t be afraid, for you have touched his heart, his mind and
He will follow soon”

It was in that moment (As the rhythmic sonata of night
joined with the Seven Maidens).
Whilst the Cosmos in collective gasp, swirled and flew in fluorescent light
(As if on wings) with the coruscating stars

All was beauty and all was light.


She had given herself up,
Her floating form grasped by the hands of Zeus.
So too, below, in the shade of sadness immersed in regret;
(His purple heart, barely palpitating)
He lies across the threadbare pillow of life,
Amidst the groans of emptiness
His days of “rolling the dice” now gone

Endlessly listening,
Endlessly waiting


Sat firmly at the end of a very long road
His energy sapped,
His only stirring was one repentant tear that turned to streaming,
Washing away the blemish of guilt.


"For though grief may not be as heavy as guilt,
Combined, they are the weight of a mountain"


Through the darkness of night
The wind in its parting kept its silence
As descending peace came lightly upon him
All was tranquil.
Then through the window of the last breath flashed torch-lit stars
As the chiming bells of Eden rang clear

(As it was before, so it is now)


In that moment
(When the rhythmic sonata of night joined with the seven maidens).
Whilst the Cosmos in collective gasp,
Swirled and flew in fluorescent light
(As if on wings) with the coruscating stars

All was beauty and all was light.


Amidst the chorus of Hallelujahs, ‘She’ came to him
To lift his Soul and take him home.

"For they that Love, time is Eternity"


© Pauline Miller.

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