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I see you …
  Through the worries and the fears
  Insecurities and tears
  Lonely nights you needed love
  So much more you’re dreaming of

I feel you …
  Anxious for another chance
  To laugh and sing and dance
  You hug yourself and close your eyes
  As these thoughts simply lead to sighs

I hear you …
  And your barely audible cry
  Then  you wipe the tear stains dry
  Then prepare to face the day
   In a controlled and measured way

I know you ...
  I too felt all of these things
  And what disappointment brings
  When you ask "Will this be all?"
  And another teardrop falls

I missed you ...
  Over years of wanting more
  Wishing you'd walk through my door
  And while praying you were fine
  I'd wish that you were still mine

I love you ...
  Our tomorrows are now bright
  Together our souls are light
  Now our love is resurrected
  Because you see my love ...
    We're connected
As I stepped on the beach,the sand as warm as can be
The ocean beckoned me,
It's blue water shimmering,
The seagulls overhead screaming,
A fisherman's boat buoyed up and down, alone,
Come sail in me son.
Tempting, I went into the ocean,
At first with caution,
The wind in my face,
A wave knocks me down in a haze.
I swim underneath it and onto the boat ,
It is hot,
I dive , swim , and play,
I taste the sea's salty spray,
Run back to the golden sand,
Dig holes, build sand castles with my hands,
I am free, free as a bird,
Without a care in the world.
a poet's simple truth:


' the only thing that makes you live
is silently killing you trying to let it go '


Just thinking out loud: parsing the raw truth veiled in a poet's blood —
*will* to be creative has abandoned at the moment; unable to rejuvenate as light lessens daily, prompting to take some time away from whatever it is i've been doing here ... for now,  i'll just be listening
through the window of the silent pages ...
Jesse Stillwater
Show me home in your eyes of fire
while still setting me free
to cross those bridges
I may burn.
Allow what we have to rest
in quiet happiness
of all the unknown ways
we can learn.

Exhale above me with lips
with no selfishness
and an intimacy I can see
without searching.  
Exhaust my inner urges
with your ink and paper
while I soar within
my yearning.

Pen me poetry that cries out
to be the lyrics,
all the pieces of my heart
learn how to sing.
Turn the key to the lock
of beautiful phrases,
draw me a fine portrait with
your word strings.
Copyright Neva Varga @ 10/15/18 - Changefulstorm Poetry
 Oct 2018 eleanor prince
Colm
The gentle quiet of a hollow room appeals to me
Turn off the lights and let me think
Turn off the cost
It's not at all
To be an introvert is cheap
Wonderfully multidimensional.
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