In a land far away from here
A bright sun shone across the sky
In a place where rivers run clear
I found rest ‘neath the branches high
Babbling brooke and streams that cry
Softly to me, and here I claim
My heart and soul that seem to fly
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
.
Resting in the easy light place
My eyes close and I deeply breathe
Remembering the time and space
For life, loss and the river Lethe
Where I see the faded paths seethe
Into unknown patterns of shame
I see the floating flowered wreaths
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
.
Begin again, reckoning heart
Do not believe the tired lies
That crumble under the green start
Of a bright new day, if the cries
Of the newborn end with sunrise
How can we say there’s one to blame
For even the red robin flies
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
.
While asleep, while awake, I dream
As if my hope was to be tamed
I lift my eyes to the light beam
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
After a LONG while, I finally finished this ballade poem! This poetic form is very beautiful but a bit difficult for my free form poetic ways! I was very happy with how this form challenged me to count and rhyme. Thanks Donna for introducing me to the form! Be sure to check out the orignal post and see how other’s responded to the form! Photo by Sixteen Miles Out on Unsplash
