A/N: Finally, I managed to upload another poem. It's from Robin's P.O.V. and directed at Raven.
It's up to you guys how you want to interpret it… all I can say is that you shouldn't take everything literally, but try to look behind the words.
Not my best poem, but I still like it…
Dedicated to everyone who had reviewed for the last poem. You guys are all so awesome!
Disclaimer: Not mine!
A Summer And A Year
Your
voice a summer breeze, my dear,
Bending
down my sorrows,
Blowing
out my last dark fear
Of
losing you the morrow.
I'm
not afraid of any autumn –
Not
afraid of muddy leaves.
The
undergrowth we will be caught in
Will
keep us from the outer grieves.
I
don't fear the winter breathe
I
don't fear snowy storm.
For
anything that lies beneath
Is
covered – not forlorn.
I
like the waking spring detecting
Our
love that's evergreen.
I
love it for it's not neglecting:
We
deserve the sunshine's sheen.
And
yet again it's summertime
- Returning warm and
flourishing -
And flourishes upon
the limes
Declare us lovers
kissing.
Tonight I dreamed of
you, my sweet
And couldn't come
to sleep.
The way I chose was
desert's path
And I got in to
deep.
Crevices on my way
to steep
I fall in every time
I stumble.
Digging hard my
hands get numb,
My mind erased, my
heart's a dumb
Until I see a
daffodil
And all my senses -
standing still –
Grope for you in a
sudden thrill.
And who else could
it have been but you
For who else makes
my cold blood stew?
Your leaves lush
Despite the drought
so rude.
Your side could
crush
My solid solitude.
Your proud light
feathery white wrath
Is swinging gently
in the breeze.
No other power but
love and sleep
Could invent
nonsensical things like these.
A/N:Thanks for reading and it would make me more than happy if you would leave me a little comment and tell me how you liked it.
Until next time…
Alena