Poemetry: Absent You

Hmm. I like where this poem is going. I’ll have to revise it a bit, but I’m happy with how it turned out. Hope you like it.

Sunbeams are horrid,

Moonbeams discordant,

Palaces florid

With flowers, mordant.

I envy the sight

Of the blind man; dream

Of that umbral light

Where still shadows seem

To plunder from my

Mind each thought: love, true.

And each moment I

Find foul, absent you.

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