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A Thousand Times Goodbye

Contributed by calista on Thursday, 19th February 2004 @ 12:01:54 AM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry

A Thousand Times Goodbye
February 18, 2004

Words, words, words.
Once I had the gift,
I could make love our of words,
As a potter makes cups out of clay.
Love that overthrows empires,
Love that binds two hearts together,
Come hell, fire, or wind storm.
For six pence I could cause a riot in a nunnery.
It is as if my quill has broken,
As if the organ of my imagination has dried up,
As if the proud tower of my genious has collapsed.
And now it is gone,
My gift has bid me farewell.
To-day I weep with no intentions,
No spark to embark,
A story, of words, no more.
What light is light,
If words not be seen?
What joy is joy,
If words not be by?
Void of any reflection,
Feed on the shadow of perfection,
And I,
I am fortune’s fool.
And I,
I shall be the sorrier.
With no gift to stream from this ink,
There are no thoughts in what I think,
And I,
I have lost the highest poet of my esteem.
Like a nightmare, a dream,
Like a sickness and it’s cure together.
I was born to look into the gift and know myself,
But now I,
I am fortune’s fool.
I have more care to stay,
Than will to go,
But can you love a fool?
And as the sun sets on the west,
I wish thee all my best,
And bid you,
A thousand times goodbye,
Goodbye.
For never was a story of more woe,
Than Juliet and her Romeo.
A thousand times,
Goodbye.

Copyright Â© calista ... [ 2004-02-19 00:01:54]
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Re: A Thousand Times Goodbye (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Thursday, 19th February 2004 @ 12:28:02 AM AEST
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This is a really good write! I look forword to seeing more of your work!

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