Dilantha Gunawardana

Morning After - Poem by Dilantha Gunawardana

What rests beneath the tears
Is the sorrow of what was lost
And not the treasure that was found
In the absence of a map

For the journey of love is guided
By a cartographer’s sketch
And in her absence man gropes with his aura
To anchor to a strange harbor
Unfamiliar to the heart’s labor

For what was sacrificed rests claimed
To the institution of mortality
And its bedrock of falling
As restlessness surfaces on the waters of guilt

For beyond what was lost
And beyond what was consummated
Lies the soul of kismet
Unsolicited by the nomadic body
Yet gifted by the clemency of chance

Shadow of the night
Will linger far into time’s peal
Of what rests beneath a lattice of bones
And what resides beneath a dressing of flesh
Are memories feeding the soul
And precious life nourishing the body

Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A poem on a woman losing her virginity to a stranger

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 20, 2014

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