the sun shines not upon her absence.

the sun shines not upon her absence.
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the sun shines
not upon her
absence..

nor do roses
in the graveyard
bloom.

so once
again i'm drawn
to madness..

(controlled by
voices on the
moon.)
_

what force
compels
my heart to
venture..

towards this
beauty never
met?

and how is it
that i "know"
her splendor??

without
ever Feeling
One regret!
_

the morning
speaks on her
behalf..

as she lays
there restless,
never sleeping..

and Red birds
sing each time
she laughs!

(but comes
the rain when
she is weeping.)
_

the sun
shines not
upon her
absence..

nor do roses
in the graveyard
bloom.

for
she is
The Cure
to heal
My Madness.

(and silence
those Voices
on
The Moon.)

j.stephen.h.


the inspiration for
this poem was taken
from the song: ain't no
sunshine when she's gone,
by bill withers; and the
walt whitman poem:
when lilacs first in
churchyards bloom'd.

ty nardine..
you are a muse.