Alone; from that fountain, Since spring now sprung; <br />My childhood birthed, back into passions room. <br />As others have, all gone over and into again <br />and I must now pass again alone, and afraid. <br />and the eye, and heavens one gated needle; <br />Where I once fought that eagle, out yonder lord. <br />Then left me again, and you passed me bye, <br />Come hear me, and my eye on those lips. <br />I ride a torrent, and water of red, inside alone; <br />Again, forgotten and never to be so different. <br />Winter blooms now, and I'm alone once more; <br />Gone there forever; the flame of no more. <br />The note to me alone, and lost in that my song; <br />My childhood knew no hold, and it's labored sorrow; <br />Unknown, and once mysterious, it stays and <br />Opens it's door somewhere, in you to sleep alone; <br />and as lightning cools, and that fountain once hot; <br />and spring with passion, heavy gone..away..<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-451/
