The Stag Poem by Jonathan H. Scott

The Stag

Rating: 3.8


I stay, in silence, waiting in the dawn,
Your body lying gently close to mine.
With dewdrops falling softly from the trees,
I ponder if our souls will intertwine.

For long, too long, what should have been as one
Diverged when came two paths deep in the wood.
While faithful lovers know each other's heart,
We only guessed whereon the ground we stood.

Your rhythmic breathing masks what truth be told
In light of day, when all will be laid bare,
While spirits dance because they're fancy free,
With feigned commitment to the love we share.

All through the night you slept and barely stirred
As Venus and the moon together cling—
Now, shorter grows the reach of autumn days,
And, yet, his song the Nightingale will sing.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Richter 02 April 2015

Another little lo-oooove song - can't go wrong.......

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Kelly Kurt 02 April 2015

A beautifully worded poem, Jonathan. Thank you for sharing.

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Terry Craddock 02 April 2015

Wow this poem was incredible for me, but then it plays upon so many strings, echoes of the notes it strikes within me sings.

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