Rest

Rest your weary, with’ring rose:
Browned petals of murk and tide
Yet, thousand storms, you never bide
Drowned in your evening’s woe?

Rest, the mead a-wash your tire
Its tender brace (of silver boon,
a soothing glim) ‘mongst watery dunes
And quell your wand’ring ire

Rest for morrow’s lanterned day!
Shadows fall (in distant fells,
heathers shall bloom!) upon these spells
To light your midnight way

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This poem was written right after wrapping up & releasing the choral piece “Home”, envisioned as a direct prequel-sequel poem (not dissimilar to the Star Wars prequels) on the same topic of mental health. This poem speaks of recovery and knowing that, from the deepest pits, there is light & that we are never alone. It would eventually lend itself into forming a part of a multi-movement poetry cycle (which I am currently working on) - this will be elaborated in a future blog/poem post.