The loss of Youth

[Alexander III]

Vibrant hues spill their bright delight
As gay garlands on the stillness of night,
They sing of blossoming joy speckled with cheer
As if, my dearest friend, you were here;
Sweetest sensations, slumber as death,
For your silver soul has taken, its last breath.
Mortal life has turned to a hollow burden,
As all comfort, withers in a forgotten garden,
An unmoving whisper beckons my aimlessness,
To join you, in the final twilight, of nothingness.

Apollo’s angels weep their golden tears,
For Youth has lived its final years,
It’s slender body shall never dream again,
Abandoning my soul to realities mundane;
As a mute sky-lark, devoid of emotion
I drown in a soundless open ocean.
Weep for Youth is lost to the dead,
And with it true resolve has forever fled,
Weep for all the fruits which lie ahead,
Shall be bled, leaving only solitary dread.

[Alexander III]

Blue Balloons ?

[Buh4Bee]

Again, as with your previous poems, this one is filled with so much raw emotion. The vivid images you choose to articulate this loss are almost surreal.

I can relate to this change in consciousness quite well. As if to say, I remember when...

[PrinceMyshkin]

So graceful and so deeply sad!

[blazeofglory]

The loss of youth to the gain of maturity or to void and barrenness. You have written with beauty and it really distresses us. You have written a state of melancholia and human situation with the loss of youth. Do you seem to say that beauty loses gleam with age? Or IO can put it totally another way; maybe with age we ripen; with experience we season ourselves; and maybe we are closer to destination. With all that said the beauty and substance of the poem is still unbroken. It does the way a poem must do, to stroke the reader. I like the poem and I find the abundance of sensitivity that ornaments a poem.

[Alexander III]

Thank you for the comments :)

Blaze, this was written from the perspective of one, who has only known how to be young and is only god at being young, one who values youth above all else, so the maturity and wisdom of age do not appeal as they are no longer painted with the color of youth, which changes the entire perception of reality.