Yet the Sun
sept 10th, 2007 by D.-A. Y.
Yet the Sun — Those fangs of anger, so eager to embrace - Skin cold, dark words flourish in our crying veins - Bitterness and banishment is all what we taste - Sympathy of destruction was all that remains — Cold is my soul, torn by those scars - Resentment and fear, an end that is pain - Yet the sun does still shine, the night still has stars - My love is still yours, again and again — Amidst the emptiness there cries a dying soul - Bleeding his love and feelings so true - Those tears of hope, a mountain of gold - The wealth of a future, to start again new ….
Dear S.
I found this poem wonderful and so full of hope. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Kendreague
I am trying to persuade its author to let me publish some more…
Go raibh an t-ádh liom…!
S.
Hi there Leannan,
Great stuff your writing here, especially the English that I understand so I’m looking forward to more and I’ve been reading the comments here and there and this Kendreague guy seems really hot. Is he really from Ireland? Any chance of you giving me his e-mail so that I can get in touch with him. Just send it to me and I’ll hook him up real nice.
Ta-ta.
Suzi Q
Hi There, Suzi Q. !
I am happy to see how much you enjoy reading through my pages.
Of course I shall not tell you whether Kendreague is “hot” and/or “from Ireland” or not, nor disclose his e-mail address… but no one nor nothing will stop him from answering your questions ‘in person’, in this very place, should he wish to. The best I can do is forward your e-mail address to him, should you wish to let me know it - in order to do so, you might see it as appropriate to use the “Contact” form.
TTFN…
S.