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Sonnet
Search for me among the trees, for there I weep.
Like rivers do my tears flow from mine eyes.
Gushing floods of sorrow do wet the thirsty earth,
for I have truly lost the one for which I have striven.
Moans are flung above the treetops; sobs assault
my tortured soul. My beloved's farewell resounds
inside me; her goodbye breaks my tender heart.
Her hasty parting leaves a gaping void.
My heart rent in twain by the sudden, violent act.
Together, our quivering hearts beat doubly as one,
but split apart, one surely quits; the steady beating slows.
It slows, it stops; coming eternally to its rest.
I watch as my beloved one sleeps eternally in death;
oh, hasten the bloody hour that I follow her to rest!
(97/01/05) Robert Gibson bajanpoet@hotmail.com
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