There's a Fire - Retourne

There's a fire burning in my soul,
There's a place I never could go;
There's a sight, I never could see:
Some other place, where she sleeps free.

There's a place I never could go,
Where trees sway, and tall grass grows;
There's a stone, beside a chapel,
And a hook, I could not grapple.

There's a sight, I never could see
Where she went, when she had to leave;
Under heaven, she now lies still:
She left; and it a bitter pill.

Some other place, where she sleeps free;
Skies are blue, over such tall trees,
One tree shelters her, from the storm-
And my dead heart, within her form.

 

poeticpiers
a beautiful form used sensitively

yelena
There's a fire of affection burning through this poem..Inevitable fire.

hippie chick
sad but powerful, as only the greatest ones are.

Kerry O'Connor
You have tapped the heart of emotion here, Patti.

Mike
perfectly done.... perfectly affecting...

carol
hurts to read and i know it hurt to write

BonnieCelt
Beautiful, heart wrenching write. I wish I could say something profound, as this poem deserves it. As I can't, I'll have to settle for telling you that I read it, read it again, and had to wipe tears away with both hands.