This poem was taken from a book, by Stephen Donaldson in the late 80's.
The book was from the Tomas Covenant trilogy, and I really liked
this poem, and the trilogy was worth reading as well.
In the book it is said the Auther is Uknown so thats what I am going with.
My heart has rooms that sigh with dust,
And ashes in the hearth.
They must be cleand and blowen away,
By day light's breath.
But I cannot essay the task,
For even dust to me is dear.
For dust and ashes still recall,
My love was here.
I know not how to say farewell,
When farewell is the word,
That stays alone for me to say,
Or will be heard.
But I cannot speak that word,
Or ever let my loved one go.
How can I bear it that these rooms,
Are empty so?
I sit among the dust and hope,
That dust will cover me.
I stir the ashes in the hearth,
Though cold they may be
I cannot bear to close the door,
To seal my loneliness away.
While dust and ashes yet remain,
Of my loves day
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