A Separate Summer Day
A gentle breeze rustles down below,
these trees, bushes and me.
I walk in tempered warmth and sunlight,
controlled and manipulated by the sea.
My mind quickly escapes with the blowing breeze,
and an empty mind is drenched with an afternoon shower.
It passively wonders through the fields
and weaves between the buildings.
Rising slowly till it stands aloft with the compass
pointing skyward towards the Lord.
But even you, obelisk of salvation, stand so low
compared to the mind that is not weighted
by the body of man in your service.
But free to wonder and soar, ever higher,
drawn to the light of my sun, and its pull.
The light and warmth of my day,
untouchable by outside manipulations;
Incorruptible by the seas of my life.
But you are an ever moving star,
an escaping beauty in motion.
By your speed or mine do we grow farther apart,
but in this respect I am ignorant; suffering.
A fading light where I derive my love and comfort.
Only to escape from me in some cruel twist of irony.
A man who chases a fading star,
will end his life in darkness.
Not for there is vanity in chasing such a goal,
Such a desire, a fulfillment to quench a void.
A temporary quenching
for a lifetime of darkness to follow.
But I chase after you, furthering my distance,
then closing it in my dreams.
And you who I thought was ignorant of me,
ran from me in knowing; out of choice.
And so my striving, my yearning, my desires
based upon some misconception; a lie-
the very fuel to my existence- has been exhausted
the flame, my flame, has been snuffed out.
And so I stop here on the road; down this path.
I cease to chase, I no longer wish to follow.
I watch you finally in motion, your natural course.
You are setting now on my life; humorous respite.
Of so many stars I could have followed,
their lights and warmth far greater then yours,
their kindness, by some possibility, eclipsing your own.
They greater in all things then you, and yet,
I saw in you something that excludes you from all others.
Some definition that differentiated your from everyone else.
For your warmth was not the warmest, nor your light brightest,
but you were my whole, my completion.
For as you are so am I, only I am the chaser and you my star.
To whom you may be the chaser of some other star,
and this is our infinite cycle, our dance to waltz to.
But not together, not any more.
You will one day find the star to complete your constellation,
and I will dwindle in my light and fade.
Until I am no more: once again to return to the void;
my unquenchable understanding of what once was.
A rework of an original peice.
My mind was full of anguish,
Tears would fill my eyes.
I heard a noise that which
The sound did make me cry.
I felt a loss of words; regret,
A feeling I’d have no one beget.
I took a stroll to clear my head,
To see what I could find.
And in my memories I uncovered,
The reason why you had cried.
I was angry then, at you of course.
Your actions broke my heart.
There was simply nothing you could say
No apologies you could impart.
And I was left here standing in the dark.
A lowly hum and then a flash,
A car came flashing by.
I humored “what if I just stood here,
And let my body die?”
But didn’t humor much of it,
The red soon disappeared.
I remembered something you once said,
Still ringing in my ears.
It didn’t make me happy, to recall.
The sun made no hesitation,
To push its large head out.
Its light shone brightly off a home,
Where I had come about.
I heard a gentle clink in my pocket.
At once again I began to cry,
I realized my wrong.
I see now just how far I’ve come,
And just how far I’ve gone.
But you never ceased to know,
Our love was all that stayed.
You are the diamond in my life,
You are my silver aid.
You are my gold embroidery,
You are my steel frame.
Your symbol has great meaning,
Your figure has great fame.
Your power is undeniable,
For simply in your name,
You’ve saved a life, a simple one
Without you I wouldn’t be here.
You’ve been here for my trials,
My joys and sufferings.
You’re here in all my moments
And all the things life brings.
I wish I could impart a word,
To help you all get through.
It’s hard to give a simple thought,
That works just for you.
All I can give, is this one advice,
I hope you’ll make it count.
You still have yet to be alone,
He’s been there all your life.
Re: love your poem
Originally posted by dessa
well this is a sweet little place.I like this part of your poem:
"And every time I see you cry,
Oceans pour out of my tears.
And every time I see your eyes,
All red and puffed up for me,
I get the feeling of total regret,
And my life doesn’t seem worth living anymore."
I see from the older version. I'm glad you enjoyed, stop by more often. I will try to get back in the rhythm of posting once more.
Be not far
Be not far from cries beginning
from the orifice of life.
Cradled by one hand of strife,
the other fate; to whom is spinning.
Be not far from wisdom imparting.
Experience sung and knowledge teaching,
Life undergone and ambition reaching
Where many find their lives starting.
Be not far from my outset
Bond in start by necessity's decree.
Later bond by some family.
Or pursuing some fantastical sect.
Be not far from autumn's decent
Golden rays bring contemplation
These final days bring revelation:
Value to this life well spent.
Be not far where shadows lie
though stretch and faded; still attatched
and longer forms never unlatch
They fall in front and fall behind.
Be not far like a bitter kiss
made by cold unkind slivers.
Whose peircing lips doth make me quiver.
And hurtle minds into abyss.
Be not far from my sight fading
lossing color and gaining white.
Were daylight dies into the night.
Before a river, 2 gold coins trading.
Be not far from beauty entreating
Be not far from death withholding
Be not far from Love encircling
Be not far from me.
Morning
Some soft touch upon a gentle cheek.
A skimming finger slides on silken skin.
You curl up unperturbed.
A strand or two, rebelled from the rest;
Effortlessly they are brushed aside.
And the light, gracious light,
Reflects off a grace filled sight.
A sigh is made; breath stolen.
Your breathing is soft,
You rise with each breath;
And each pulse returns your petite nature.
The elements that are hidden,
Your good laugh, and sharp eyes,
Are but treasures that needn’t searching.
For as close is your heart,
Touching mine in this life,
So too are your wondrous riches.
And the smile, unrevealed,
Is but patience concealed,
That once seen, the waiting means nothing.
And the eyes like the bird,
Whose thousands eyes are creased over
When fanned out brings awe and sublimity.
You are a beautiful case, with all the worlds gold.
And I have the key to unlock you.
But who am I to traverse, to awake with a verse,
The beauty you willed concealed.
So I’ll gaze from afar, though you and I are so near,
And I shall await the awakening of my joy,
The rise of my dawn.
Sonnet 1
Be still most constant hum, rambling sound.
Your beat is so to never leave me be.
And it is not that which within me resounds,
But binds my soul to never let it free.
Oh for if in silence you were made to dwell
And yet your form you would keep still,
It’d be your form then silence which would me swell,
And my dim lit soul slowly kill.
For you I have attributed it thus
The ecstasy of a wingless flight.
But when this fantasy of mine busts,
And then I am an iniquitous sight.
I will to have and yet will to let go,
All that I am and of you forgo.
Sonnet 2
I wish you were a more talkative man.
I wish you were not one to keep it veiled.
I wish you would at times give me your hand,
To aid you when the world to thee assailed.
I longed for you to be of open thought.
I hoped you would have been freer of verse.
I mourned the times when you and I had fought,
And by our fault made our relations worse.
I truly do beseech of your forgiveness.
I do so upon my hands and knees.
There is no greater sadness I can express.
Nor greater want for God my guilt to seize.
Yet though I am not one to want or ask, save this
Grant me reprieve; this folly I shall not miss.
Sonnet 3
All at once I found myself a place,
And deep within the confines of my mind,
I knew its beauty was not in its face
For it was something greater of its kind.
I knew by some fools chance to have it so,
Was but a dream for a hopeful child.
Yet there I stood, yearning was my soul.
I sought in vain to make the feeling mild.
I fear to sleep, not nightmares but for dreams.
Where there I’d wonder aimlessly and turn
At the sound and then the end it’s seem,
But by my err your beauty would return.
You are the state of my most wanting glee.
Yet to take part would forev’r enslave me.
Sonnet 4
The day begins in creeping silent dark
Where many think the light would follow through.
Yet the day has long from its port embarked,
And the night has long bid its adieu.
The clouds that found no reason for them to leave
Have deeply settled on the ground below.
And with the mist and fog deny reprieve
From all life, and in the darkness wallow.
The hours pass and bleaker the day becomes.
It starts to rain, the water does all but better.
It seems today that God his goodness has shunned
As the day goes on and only becomes wetter.
Per chance it looks this day would all but give
Us hope when we seek not but to live.
Sonnet 5
What is not mine but all of yours to call?
What can you claim that I dare not speak of?
What is by perception lofty great and tall?
Defined and carried by beauty’s eloquent dove?
What for some is a liberating key?
Yet for me is a grounder of my feet?
What of you is so hard to see?
For what you are is a binder of my wings.
I see them high above the ocean waves.
Their wings are spread across the land below.
The song they sing frees the soul at bay.
A liberating cry, an unshackling arpeggio.
But in this sea of love I drown.
For as I swim up, my body drifts down.
Dreaming
Walk to me slowly,
For the ground you tread upon
Is fragile for it hold
My dreams and memories.
Listen carefully as you walk,
To the echo that comes your way
With direction for your soul
To dwell inside of mine.
Those who rest upon the path,
Dissipate into my mind.
Those too weak to walk this road
Disappear into the night.
How I gaze across the sky,
Deep into the ghostly hours.
Twinkling above my head,
The million thoughts of me.
There he smiles above my brow,
The crescent smile, sickled grin.
Shepherding all of my thoughts
Into my beating heart
How I wish, when I dream,
To touch this gentle face of yours.
So that I knew when I awoke,
The feelings that I've lost.
Do you sense me closer?
Do you see me by your side?
Do you breathe the air I breathe?
Do feel this heart of mind?
One now standing where two once were.
In midnight blue you hear it said
gently whispering in your hear:
Do you dream of me?