When He Knew Amy

When he knew Amy, he could stand the sun,
And flowers, and the coming of the spring;
But now he loves when shadowed days are done,
To hibernate away from everything.

For Amy was the colors of the dawn,
The song of birds, the scent of every flower;
His world’s gone dark now: colors, scents are gone,
With naught but hollow tones to sound the hour.

In dreams, he sees her. Amy. On the grass.
The girl he thought he’d long ago forget;
Why won’t these feelings go? Why won’t they pass?
He draws the darkness toward him, like a net —

For love does not see years as intervening:
When he knew Amy, his life had a meaning

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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