adamdaniel

Down Unto the Valley

Fresh flowers grace the table,
And the lamp is hanging gold,
The opal air a twilight stare,
And slow despair the mood I wear,
Engrossed in Hades’ hold.

A letter from my lover—
Now an unrequited flame,
He fled to wed the dame I dread,
With daisy spread upon her head,
I rue her very name!

Cast in aching silence,
With a mortified chagrin,
My inner ghost with poison dosed,
His happy boast bereaves me most,
I’m shipwrecked here within.

Out into the midnight—
I shall wander, till the morn,
Nuit in grace to lift my face,
Her languid pace and starry space,
To ease my soul forlorn.

Down unto the valley,
To the banks where wood grouse play,
Strolling long to night bird song,
The stars in throng where gods belong,
To lift me from dismay.

Paradisic silence,
And the floss of moonlit cloud—
There I’ll purge my raging urge,
Renewed emerge beyond the verge,
Of heartache’s clinging shroud.

There I’ll burn this letter,
Into wisps of ghostly ash,
Flaring light before my sight,
With orange bright to heal my plight,
Catharsis in a flash.

Aye the moment’s bitter,
And the pang of loss is sore,
But loss is gain if God remain,
And anguished pain is not in vain,
If faith should win the war.