The 8th Dawn of May, Part 2

by RainDance

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“Wait, do not leave me!” cried Ben with a start.
But the old king was gone, leaving Ben no way to depart.
He must guard the clouds with his broken heart;
His tears are the rain that paints the land like art.

The birds shall flock to him as they will forever
But he will see his love no more; never.
He has tried and tried but no matter how clever
Ben is locked in his castle; an unending endeavor.

To pass the time he sculpts clouds of white
Into hearts, into faces, into thoughts that are trite;
Representative of his love and a story of his plight.
He watches Kate from the moon, hopefully each night

For escape there is one possible way
But that which I think of I fear to say.
You could climb up and take his pain still today,
Enter the clouds on the eighth dawn of May.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. The 8th Dawn of May, Part 2

    John Perkins' Buddy Icon John Perkins

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Very cool story, and well done poem. I loved the last few lines especially.

  2. The 8th Dawn of May, Part 2

    g2 (la pianista irlandesa)'s Buddy Icon g2 (la pianista irlandesa)

    Posted 2 months ago

    I almost felt my eyes well up… following curiosity, leaving love forever, longing, gorgeous! Nice form too
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