Who Says?

Who Says? 

Who says the rolling tide spares none?

They've never visited my shores.

No wind, no wave, no whispering sands

Only silence, stretched like a shroud,

Stirred solely by your dreams.

Who says time tempers all? 

They've never seen my sea

Pitch waters that forever seethe,

Beneath the weight of your shadow,

Yet denied your faintest touch.

Who speaks of ebb and fade?

Do they know my relentless nights?

Wailing banshees, ever cursing the dark 

And you, my unblemished moon

Glowing upon all else, never me.

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Author's Note

For those who stayed a dream...

Reviews

[Dennis Wolf]

Time tempers all.. Yea, I wish, if only it were so simple, one could cast their worries to the wind and just reassure themselves about a tomorrow that does not exist and they may not see.
As per the last line... That's possibly the best and only way to "end" this piece.

Because it's honest and perfectly portrays the occasional detachment and "blind" admiration us creatives have for someone to whom we later dedicate a few creations. It can even seem as though the creation process is more important than the subject of the creation... Very relatable.

As per the restlessness.. Embrace it, all that really means is that you're alive.
Cheers

[DIVYA]

Indeed Dennis, the created can never surpass the creation. The creating must go on. This was the first return piece I posted here. Though not a part of the story. These poems are like stuff I want to get off my chest and move. You'll understand.
Thanks for being here. 😁

[Dennis Wolf]

Yeah, that's pretty much the only reason I'm writing at all. To get things out and move on. Cheers.

[Robert Trakofler]

That moon glows on you my dear Divvy you don't see it because it blinks in reverence whenever you gaze back at it:/ But it illuminates every line you scrawl even the dark ones:) So Says I the BuNnY !!!!!

[DIVYA]

Wonderful to see you dear Bunny! You look so well in your pic!
Thank you for the glowing review, my friend!
Missed you!

[Chris Shaw]

I have missed your poetry DIVYA and this brilliant piece confirms why. Those final two lines say it all. I felt the cold.

Chris

[DIVYA]

That was the intended effect. I treasure your comment. Thank you very much, dear Chris.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is a haunting piece of writing...sends a chill down the poetic spine.
j.

[DIVYA]

Thank you so much, my kind and caring friend.