(An Acrostic)
This was written for a prompt which asked us to write a poem or short story using your name in some way or form.
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Mountains of misty blue, majestic and high;
Yearning to caress the velvet azure sky.
None can hear the silent and weary sigh,
As they whisper to the clouds that flit by,
Many a moment, many a day, they do try,
Even as ages, slowly and surely do fly.
It is futility, with the sparkling stars, to vie,
Sure, it rains, but it is not the heavens that cry.
Never do your pleas catch even a tiny reply,
You crave for a love that the heavens deny,
Never meant to be, yet you question why?
Always tied to Earth, its bounds, you cannot defy.
Eternal is your bondage, until the day you die,
Verily, it can be said, on Earth you must lie,
Endless it seems, is your lament for the sky.