The Sound of a Dying Tree

The sunset is dead unto you and me and everything that could be
The priestess from the East has flown out to the sea
No longer will she open her gates to me
I'm as lowly as a flea never to get free,

Of every where we've been and all those memories
Was it sin or just a fool's jamboree?
The taste of love or just the sound of a dying tree
Come to me come to me come to me,

What is it that you think is wrong or right?
Could it be just the flickering of candle light?
Could it be could it be just another lonely night?
When you left instead of holding your partner tight,

Such a valiant fight such a valiant fight
Trying to fend off the endless night
Could it have occurred to you that you'd lost sight?
Did you ever distinguish from wrong or right?

No matter now no matter now it's all out of sight
No matter now no matter now it's all out of sight
The blood has spilled and the dove has taken flight
The blood has spilled and the dove has taken flight,

The priestess of the East has become ruler of the night
Dark thoughts that await thee the source of the plight
Should have thought it through the spear already in flight
It pierces the night it pierces the night this unholy night,


The sunset is dead unto you and me and everything that could be
The priestess from the East has flown out to the sea
No longer will she open her gates to me
I'm as lowly as a flea never to get free,

No matter now no matter now it's all out of sight
No matter now no matter now it's all out of sight
The blood has spilled and the dove has taken flight
The blood has spilled and the dove has taken flight.

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Comment by The Songbird on October 29, 2018 at 10:41am

Deceit is a self-serving master. 

Comment by Doc Vega on October 30, 2018 at 12:50am

I am neither consumed in hate and blame more toward self loathing and my poems are exercises in impressions and recollections as well as adaptation. So you can draw whatever conclusion you like. But, don't judge, you'd be wrong.

Comment by The Songbird on October 30, 2018 at 5:16am

Aww, I'm sorry; did not mean it as that, but it does appear that way.  I made this comment after two more lengthy ones on two other pieces of yours, so I was in my own thought mode.  If it is judgment, it's likely my own conclusion, about having been deceived myself, and the ridiculousness of it.  I myself was angry, and it was kinda the same - taking responsibility for not speaking up and defending myself.  But, I felt that to DO that was like saying I had something .. TO - defend.  So, that is also why I connect with your poems, and love your use of rhyme.  I kinda "think the same way" so it's nice to know that you can stop, reflect, and construct from your experiences, rather than I, who usually has them just tumble out as they are, in a moment.  Either way round - no hard feelin's?  Ok?  Hope so.  

Comment by Doc Vega on October 30, 2018 at 6:38pm

No problem no worries. Rhyme for me helps the passage flow. Thanks for your input.

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