Gone With A Breeze Poem by Joshua Yeldose

GONE WITH A BREEZE
(AN EPILOGUE IN MEMORIAM A LOST LOVE)


Dusk Has Come With Shadows and Haze,
In Ceased Daylight the Vale Fallen Over To another Doze.
Seized and Jittered By the Haunting Calmness,
Owls Hooted Amid The Foliages In Rage.
A Night Bird Is Warbling Somewhere
Else, Nothing Lingers Than a Profound Wild Breeze
Tickles and Chills, All the Way Long From
Distant Isles to Hum Lullabies to the Dale.
The Illusory Of Night Has Begun To Dance
In Their Nudeness, In the Plain
And Moon Stayed Up Yonder Eerie And Inept To Fade.
In The Backdropp of the Elegant Sky
With Stars Studded As Diamonds in Velvet Grey,
Blooms Oe'er the Endless Horizons
That Seems Like Strewn Dreams.
What A Gaze Or Charm Can Unveil The Secrets Of This Night.

Deep In That Valley, Deep In the Woods
In The Moonlit Night, In the Meads of Thrace.
When Orpheus Played His Harp a Melancholy Tone,
Nature Stood Still As In A Grievous Moan.
How Sweet Love, Like the Spring Tides, Gusts Up and Full
Yet A Shooting Star In Sky Can’t Seize It Nor Posses.
Love Is Ethereal Not Meant To Humans
Half Pains, Half Anticipations Nothing Else Is There.

'Oh Eurydice Which Raincloud Is Thy Hide,
Beneath Which Growing Golden Hue Of Eve Ye Fade.
Listen This Skylark Sings Greenish Cool Inspirations of Plane
Come To Smack The Last Dew Drops From Lily Petals.
Look These Grapevines Embrace Each Other As Lovers,
Move Closer And This Winter Wont Intrude Amid Us.'

'How Can Thee Stay Away From My Life Since I Have None My Own?
Gone With That Breeze Thou Art And Dawn Will Never Come.
Oh Where Art Thee Dear Do Thou Hear My Lamentations from Here,
Where Art Thee? For The Vagueness Of Life Hurled Me To Its Breast.
My Heart Keep Silence an Empty Place Can’t Hear Thine Anguish
For This Is A Possession Without An Absolution.
All That Left Here Is I, the Epitaph of Our Love,
The Bearer of the Dreams, Which Thou Forgot To Color.”

“All I've Seen, Unforeseen in Life Is Fate
No One Else Have I to Complain Of Thou Fate
Still That Thirst Unquenched To See Thee
Is Like How The Brooks Wants To Meet The Sea.”

'Why No Nightingale Did Sing,
Why No West wind To Calm A Parching Mind,
Why I Have To Nurse A Bleeding Heart,
Why...? It Echoes In My Inner Sight.'

'Can I See Thy Eyes In The Spring?
Can I See Thine Shadow In My Vineyards Anymore?
What A Fog Afore My Eyes Blurring the Vision of Life,
Trapped I Am in My Past; A Prisoner of Words.
Lost I Am As A Ship, In Sea Of Thoughts Without A Mast.
Dear, Send Your Smiles In Wind; Fill Your Fragrance In It.”

'Oh Love Live Long For My Yearning Soul for Thee
Though Death Did Wed Her Before Me.
Up To That Day We Meet, Your Memories Will Last
For The Winds Of Death Can’t Thrash The Idols Of Love.
These Narrow Threads of Love Tether Us Forever
So Farewell My Joys This Is a Path Alone To Strive.'


JOSHUA YELDOSE