alma-claire
Canadian
I only ask that you be not harsh - / I'm only trying to say here what I lack the courage to say elsewhere. / I hope you can forgive my Child's Eyes and Wandering Heart. / I try to be honest when I write. / I love Robert Frost and looking at the stars. Be not alarmed if you find allusions to both. / Feel free to judge me, I will take your disdain with open arms - / But be not harsh.
*What lies beyond the bend in the road?
Behind the green pine trees,
Capped with white snow?*
I cannot know what lies ahead
Until I reach the turn
I fear the journey long though
And my feet ache and burn.
This road feels somehow steeper
From when I walked it the last time
Oh, everything is worse alone
Without him by my side.
He was a fearless traveller
Whose words were always sweet.
He said "a traveller is what I am,
I've marched through cold and heat.
I've swam through snow,
I've run through rain,
But no amount of travelling
Can escape me from this pain.
I long to see my loving wife,
So gentle and so kind,
But I fear I've left her alone
Far too many times.
I could not return home now
Her love has long since left,
And to see her with another man
Would surely be my death".
As that bend drew ever nearer,
I knew soon we would part.
So I struggled one last aching time
To heal his lonely heart.
I said "Why do you travel forever?
Why not go home now?
Her love is strong as ever,
She forgives your wandering around."
"There is no other man for her,
There is only you.
I beg you now come home.
Start your life anew."
He said "I am a weary traveller,
I always long for home,
But I cannot be still.
Travelling is all I know."
And though weary he was
He kept walking with me.
But he stopped at the bend
At the edge of the trees,
He said "I've seen you before,
And I'll see you again.
Please do not miss me,
But don't forget me,
Old Friend".
That was many years ago,
And I miss him still.
That road is getting longer.
I am getting ill.
So I return to my empty house.
Through my hair I run a comb.
And I leave one light on - just in case -
My weary traveller comes home
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 11:13 PM UTC
Summer air brings back
Memories of late nights and
Love stories.
It sticks to my skin and reminds me of
Your voice and the feeling of your hand
On my hip.
It pulls up things from my mind I thought
Were long buried
Or hidden.
I feel your hair between my fingers and
Your chest beneath my head.
I feel our hearts beat together and
Your laugh in the wind.
The feeling when my heart danced on air
Like flowers in the breeze,
When you smiled
And when you smiled at me.
The summer air brings back
Memories of late nights and
Broken hearts.
When you confessed you
Didn't love me anymore.
You fell out of love so easily.
I wondered what I ever meant to you,
And many tears were spent wondering
Why I was so easy to leave.
Summer air brings back
Memories of late nights and
Tear-stained cheeks, worthlessness, and useless dreams.
And the hope that maybe somewhere
There's still someone who loves me.
Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 11:57 PM UTC
I dream sometimes that nothing hurts
That all will heal when new tides turn
A sailor will come and wash away
All the fear and all the pain
He'll fly in on some new sea
That will whisk me up and set me free
And we'll sail away to God-knows-where
While we thrive in the ocean air
He'll have no map - we'll dock someplace new
And never stop to wonder where or who
We'll adventure north to touch the clouds
And see the lights when the moon goes out
We'll climb mountains, hills, and trees
We'll swim in all the seven seas
And we can go just anywhere,
Fear off my back, wind in my hair
I'll leave all my troubles locked up tight
Under my bed and out of sight
My sailor will take my cares away
He'll be sturdy, he will stay
He will follow, wherever I go
He will love me, and tell me so
And I'll love him with all my heart
So long as we're never apart.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 10:02 PM UTC
You stopped me as I
Looked up from the Daisies
Where I had fallen
In the chaos.
You said not to
Trouble myself
With your Disaster.
Lie there, tiny girl,
Don't Look Up from your daisies.
You hid me as I
Stared from the small
Crack in the door
In the nighttime.
You said not to
Look for problems where
There are none.
Stay put, tiny girl,
And Dream of daisies.
You sheltered me from the
Bright lights that flashed
Above my head
Under the stars.
You said not to
Worry about our fires
Or bang bang in the night.
Cover yourself, tiny girl,
In the Safety of the daisies.
You protected me from the
Shrill screams that echoed
From here to there, and I did not
See her when she fell beside me.
Nor did I watch him as he
Slept before me
Nor did I hear her when she
Screamed for me.
No you told me to stay with the
Daisies.
I was too young to feel pain.
But I miss her and
I don't understand
Why happiness was taken away
Why the Daisies
Were all that were left
In its place.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 8:04 PM UTC