as the wisps of wind pass me by
the grains of time prick my heart as i lie
the life of life isnt here
where is she? where is she?
my love
my life
my dear?............................................
where came i from it makes me forget
behind a whim i ran hopin to get
yet here i stand i dazed
when her glimpse i saw in the twilight heat
stay still my heart
yet im to meet her
DONT MISS A BEAT....................................
How I wish you were here,
These ravings, to patiently hear.
How I wish you were mine,
To hold tight in these empty arms.
How I wish you were real,
Escape I’d to utopia unreal,
Lord this din hems me in,
Spending each day without her
In living sin.
4.Really dead
As these eyes burn so bright,
This head, mine, feels so light.
Losing, I’m, I feel this fight.
Not for fear or heartless fright,
Just that I’m so tired,
As it approaches night,
Or wait!!!
And see if it’s just me.
As the vision grows red,
Waiting I’m to be really dead.
The devil
One feels the rain fall.
Your heart feels the pain crawl.
tyrannously the thunder rolls.
The lightning stealing souls.
I walk the deadly forest
The soul of ghouls.
Speak, my friend, to me.
For other than us.
Are none that speak or see.
Speak my friend here to me,
Of doubt that nags a heart dear to thee.
Speak my friend its bliss to me,
To see you cry.
And your love to die.
Look in my eye
And you shall see
The devil’s YOU
Not the hissing me
Your road
The road she saw
dusty and raw
but she didnt care
for the heart was out in the open
wounded and bare
or was it just how she felt??
.... just as she thought of him not being there..........................
7.
You
my sunset
my haunting
soul of this ghoul
this is the you of me.........................
Final words
Time it is that flies
Your dreams haunting
Memories of that October daunting
Lying among dreams shatter’d
Among reams of poetry blunder’d
Cringing, crying, in the agony of rain
Calling out to dance away the pain
Come to me now, fast
These may be the one that are last
The words form the dying breaths blast.
So many sung and many more dreamt
Of eyes shining golden and bright
On such moonlit, sleepless night
Sleep, evades you at the turn
The boughs bending
As if to mourn
The heart had once raced
Her, once, these empty eyes braced
Thinking if I could have held her
But then of a dream has she remained
Only a cinder, not a bright burning ember.
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