Till the End of Time



When I think of you, sun forgets to shine
For you brighten sky and lend light to moon
The trees, their leafy heart so throb and pine
I live in your beauty's excess and swoon
Our hearts are bound by nature's subtle laws,
Love has no truer worth of friendship's cause.
Before the seasons unmasked in your face
A divine gift in you, soft maid of joy
Loving is ordered by the eternal law of grace
Oh gladness praise her heart, no man's alloy
When I think of you, moon reveals its truth
And heaven enfolds to its breast our youth

Spill love in whispers from our secret room,
Blended sweet we compose time's  nature's peace,
Eyes and lips shattering doubts dark gloom.
I think of you and fancy flies to feast.
Imagination, more than truth can ken
Sums world and stars making us great as men
Lettered in hope's sky, your love etched in gold
Love's wild passions sum all that's true of kind
Mind to mind weave here the golden smile, bold
Love, do'nt fade or die; let's outlast earth's time!
Written By: David Smalling & Vienna Bombardieri September 6 ,2012
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Submitted on July 05, 2013

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Scheme ABABXXCDCDEE FXFXGGHXHXX
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 1,026
Words 193
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 12, 11

David Smalling

I have been writing poems since I was 12 years; but writing had been my blanket for loneliness since age 11. My father died when I was 13 and poetry was my therapy for pain since then. Only I wanted the world to think, feel, laugh, but not cry. I had been forgotten in the grief of my father's death because everyone else needed the consolation I did not get. I became the even more the withdrawn loner, and saw a world more aggressively hostile. Books became my better friend and drove me deeper into academic seclusion. I wrote thousands of poems everywhere: on rocks, trees, sand, and all over house and school - this was how I interrogate the world, and how I weep alone. Poetry was my quest and comfort. I trusted paper and pen and spoke my truths to them above all else. Yes, I am graduate, a business major, a science major, an humanities major ... still searching for consolation, love, security, and joy obtained in poetry. Then again Jamaica is such an ideal place to live as a poet; the history and memories, juxtaposed against the world, is pure inspiration. more…

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