In The End

Nights in white satin, never reaching an end
Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send
Beauty I’d always missed with these eyes before
Just what the truth is, I can’t say anymore
Nights in White Satin – The Moody Blues

We were destiny, as only the stars portend
Two opposite worlds of the equestrian track
You a portrait of its wealth, me a pole post of its lack
An interest in film creates a chance meeting
Our eyes locked in pass of eternity’s fleeting
Despite it all, these two hearts of our transcend
To have had those stolen moments with you
Were worth the obstacles we were put through
Days wrapped in gold sun, a love ascends

Nights in white satin, never reaching an end

Each loving moment together a true Godsend
More so as time lessens the hold on or plight
And we could share our love in the full day light
We were a force leaving all others in the dust
I your earth you know had my complete trust
Your heart a Gibraltar on which I could always depend
It’s beat as familiar to me as the bent of my own
But the familiar sometimes become things left alone
I wrote letters of love, as classic poets have penned

Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send.

In retrospect I would have sent each letter and more
Had I but an inkling of the plans of the fates
By the time we saw your sickness, it was too late
Your health declined with such rapid velocity
The rushes to try any means of medical restore
Introduced a side-effect unplanned
The pain became more than you could stand
A slow fade of the sparkle I had come to adore

Beauty I’d always missed with these eyes before

Somewhere in there came the chorus of rumors
That your fidelity wasn’t quite as strong as mine
One of the reasons for your health’s cruel decline
The last thing I needed was that kind of stress
I saw it as a true meter of others’ nastiness
Like your arrival, your death shook me to the core
I find myself at war with the god’s aggression
That rips from me, my soul’s one possession
In the end I oscillate between faith and rancor

Just what the truth is, I can’t say anymore


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21 thoughts on “In The End

  1. What a moving poem this was, and what sadness it shares. Sounds like there was a wonderful love….but then a very difficult end. I felt it DEEPLY. As far as what the true story really is, perhaps it is better to believe the best rather than the worst…if you can!

  2. wow…read this last night but was too tired to comment and make it make sense…what a twisty end to that story….and when someone is taken from us it is hard enough to cling to truth with the rumors further murkying the waters…very emotional piece….and great song…

  3. First off – I love the idea of using the Moody Blues lyrics as a prompt. Second, this is a very interesting write – difficult to read in parts, but very moving.

    • Thank you Tony. I’m using a poetic form called a Glosa which requires the use of another artist’s words. The prompt as you called it, It is officially named a ‘cabeza’ in the form.

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