Alwayslovingeyes
New member
I haven't wrote anything in a long time, but I was so touched by the emotion in Peter's post yesterday that he inspired me to write a Sestina. This is only my second attempt at this form and my first post for judgment.
Memory
The leaves fall to the bed of moistened earth;
ever changing with spirit of color.
Still through my eyes they dance in reflection
like winds of time converting the season,
and as I gaze in the burning of leaves
the memories rise like whispers of soul.
O how my heart mourns upon this season,
caught in the essence of love's reflection-
as the trees slowly bare and your trace leaves,
so does the sight of your dancing color.
Through the smoldering smoke that thieves your soul,
I alone, am left to this empty earth.
Love lived once in the spectrum of color,
like the sun sparkles off the crescent leaves
and again, I am drawn into the soul
of our hearts entwined in life’s reflection.
Painfully spiraling like hardened earth,
placed in the bereavement of our season.
Through sorrowed visions of my reflection;
in the burning tenderness of my soul,
you remain the universe of my earth.
Why beauty of your love steadily leaves,
like the memory of this aged season
is passing in the failing of color?
Lingering in your essence as the day leaves,
my spirit exposed like the dying earth.
A love long breathed, faded- as so the season
and the continuation of my soul
is still breathing love in dancing color;
forever lived through my eyes Reflection.
Your whispers on the wind capture my soul;
I am legacy of your soft season,
embraced eternally in your color.
Time will change the spectacle of the earth,
yet, harvest not to touch my reflection
of your loving laughter upon the leaves.
You’re the soul of earth,
Your season leaves a color-
of love’s reflection.
Dana Morales
Memory
The leaves fall to the bed of moistened earth;
ever changing with spirit of color.
Still through my eyes they dance in reflection
like winds of time converting the season,
and as I gaze in the burning of leaves
the memories rise like whispers of soul.
O how my heart mourns upon this season,
caught in the essence of love's reflection-
as the trees slowly bare and your trace leaves,
so does the sight of your dancing color.
Through the smoldering smoke that thieves your soul,
I alone, am left to this empty earth.
Love lived once in the spectrum of color,
like the sun sparkles off the crescent leaves
and again, I am drawn into the soul
of our hearts entwined in life’s reflection.
Painfully spiraling like hardened earth,
placed in the bereavement of our season.
Through sorrowed visions of my reflection;
in the burning tenderness of my soul,
you remain the universe of my earth.
Why beauty of your love steadily leaves,
like the memory of this aged season
is passing in the failing of color?
Lingering in your essence as the day leaves,
my spirit exposed like the dying earth.
A love long breathed, faded- as so the season
and the continuation of my soul
is still breathing love in dancing color;
forever lived through my eyes Reflection.
Your whispers on the wind capture my soul;
I am legacy of your soft season,
embraced eternally in your color.
Time will change the spectacle of the earth,
yet, harvest not to touch my reflection
of your loving laughter upon the leaves.
You’re the soul of earth,
Your season leaves a color-
of love’s reflection.
Dana Morales