The Riddle of The Crimson Gold.

[Atom Heart]

A Riddle of Crimson Gold

The autumn stretched alone
save for the willow tree
where a magpie in the crimson gold
sang as I passed by.
I spoke not a word
or even imagined myself becoupled.
These thoughts were distant, and cold...
Barely comprehensive.
And what does this bird see
far below him in his perspective.
Sing again,
my lovely....
Sing again from the crimson gold,
I love your voice
from the lonely road.
Where the wind now blows
from the waning sun
as I would snuff the last candle
on the bedtime adventures
back where I should be
and will.
Warmth leaves the day
and snow covers this moonscape reflection.
I stood for hours
in places where echoes stir
Breathed fire,
and loved tender nights away.
Should the earth rend asunder
will you sing for me again,
Magpie?
To warn me of my misconceptions
and this path I chose,
this motive I created?
All is silent...
An autumn evening
Love is at the end of this road
somewhere.
At which end;
maybe you know something I can't...
I hoped against hope
to decipher the riddles.

[lizzytysh]

Hi Atom Heart ~

You've really captured a sense of bleakness and being alone in the world very well. I like the idea of its all being a riddle, and not knowing at which end the love is to be found, but the clues being in the riddle. This was a very interesting poem depicting loneliness and wanting love.

~ Lizzy