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Making love in first light,
Softly, she flowers and quakes—
Ripples on still pond.
Every Day
You look through me
With eyes that sparkle
Like the evening stars

Every Day
You look to me
To another person
To another eyes

Every Day
I look through you
Hoping to see
That you saw me

Every Day
There is a body
That separates us
From what is real

Every Day
I feel love
Building a stronghold
We could not keep

Every Day
I try to remember
The way the ocean danced
While you fell in love with me

Every Day
I go back
To everyday
With you
With her smile she made me complete
Her happy tales and dramatic song were so sweet
She’d skip, trip and run away
But wherever she was, she was by my side, night and day

Her voice would sound like falling rain
A sound that meant death, or life, it would always remain the same
Softly it could fall, dangerous it could be
Violently it could sound, beautiful like the sea

You don’t mess with this girl, she’ll bring you down
But she’ll do it behind a smile never a frown
She uses no germs, poison or steel
Only what you have inside, what you can but can’t feel

Like all who have, I was wrong to cross this horrific joy
I was betrayed by her, stolen, used, like a child’s toy
What I never realized, was that I was betrayed by myself
She is who I was, am I an individual, one’s self?

Where am I now, I’m dazed and confused
I took a rough ride, it left me alone and bemused
Living in a world where part of you is gone
Makes you loose joy, love and song

You long for her sight, to rejoin the cause
But you must fight in the ring, to jeers and applause
No war is made with efficient haste
It’s made with time, pleasure and distaste

So I apologized, so gradually and well
I felt assured, my doubt groveled and fell
My confidence was balanced, and my soul lifted
I was rushed upwards, blessed and spiritually gifted

But like the sea she mercilessly took my hopes
She hung me back with heavy ropes
She broke my ribs and cut my hair
She put mud in my face and tied me to a chair

Nothing seemed to work but she changed her mind
My apology accepted, I was left behind
Pondering my decisions, wondering in my wake
Reflecting my choices, and the ones I would make

I crawled back to her, to make things as they were
They’d get better, you’ll see, for sure
But like a post-war madness, all was not as it was
I tried to find a reason, she said “just because”

So she danced without me, a battle won but lost
Left cold like the morning fall frost
Her muffled voice, sounding dull and distant
I’d remember that voice, throughout my life, during every instant.
I gingerly place my hands on your silk back
as you climb aboard the
maypole
but is this right?
is this
True?

What is True?
why does my gentle heart flutter at the thought
of your
naked
Body
on top of mine?

Will you stop me?
will you help me save my honor?
I can only be so chivalrous
my steed can only gallop so many miles

Why does my wicked mind turn to the image
of you
with round—bare
eyes staring into mine
as our lips
Interlock
in a Loving embrace?

I wish—
I wish to walk side by side
with you
along the ocean shore
a beautiful bay steed for us both
I want that to be reality

Deep in my lifeforce
I only desire to defend you
with my mystical sword
for I have no desire to wield my organic sword
it has the power to betray and harm
as it did for Lancelot

Should the spirits take me
will you stop and assist me
in maintaining my honor?
if they take us both
shall we fall off the Edge of the World?
shall we approach the Gates of Oblivion
along the shores of Acheron and Styx?

Why must my mind and heart be
in constant warfare?  
the Barbarians against the Gallant Knights.
whom shall win?
My knights are indeed heroic
but the base passions of the barbarians
give keenness to their axes and spears

And what about you milady?
will you stop yourself
knowing
my honor?
I pray that you will kiss me
and Love shall take
Us
along a pleasant path.
but - forgive me
I cannot
trust
you yet.

I long for the day when I can
Feel
Your hands
intertwined-in-mine-like-vines
as you smile into my eyes
not as a lover
but as a
Companion
(c) Scott Lasley  9/25/09
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