Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Spending all these years alone,
Many dawns have passed,
With only a cup of tea to love,

Sunny days have gone by, too fast,
Rainy days seem so very long,

Spending all these years alone,
Too many setting suns have gone past,

Things I remember;
Holding hands, walking along the lake, dancing until sunrise,
Reading stories to each other and laughing,
The smile that brightened my dawn every day...

Things I still love;
Your photograph, your blue eyes, your roses,
My memories of you.

You're always in my dreams to love, standing in front of me,
Asking me to come and see wondrous things,

Every sunrise we say goodnight,
Loneliness calls to me,

In my heart,
Your memories will always stay,
In my dreams,
I will see you again,

Spending all these years alone,
A lifetime has passed,
A lake of tears has fallen,

My life long friends do not understand,
Why is there still pain, after so many suns have past?

If you ever see True Love pass,
Then you would know.

Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
True Love Waits
http://youtube.com/watch?v=jGDuoBmvAyY
. . . . . . . . . .  Silent
                    fog
                    eases
   ­                 in . . .

                    "Enveloping"
                    softening­
                    jagged
                    boulders

       ­             on a mountain top

                    Silence
                    descends
                    deep
          ­          into my ways

                    Numbing
                    away
      ­              caustic
                    pain

                 ­   of hollow victories

                    Buried
                    deep
  ­                  vapid
                    vapors

                    Lockout
        ­            Sun's
                    rays
                    Bl­ack hole

                    Massive attack of Heart
a white lily
light as a leaf
on the dancing water...

a honey moon
drifting slowly across
the dark arch of the sky...

a bright penny
dropped in a well and
a wish to find true love...
Differentiation limits phone time credits,
Toned line Pennant's!!

Conversation's with god are slight different to thy normal ear,
Intercedence of masculine loving tears!!!!

Purveyor's forevermore drape over thine own places,
Thy present realities thy past,
Yet put on with children's face's!!!

Still you were bred to illusionistic supplications,
Wherein the engaged stay the same!!

No changing shall appear!!!!
Taker,
Take openly thou fool of non-fruited spirit!!!
Consecrator of pulse feelings,
Registrator of knighted dealings!!!!
                   Thy commitment to one means nothing,
                   Yet something means something to all who know no commandment,
Abandonment,
Surely runs across the express of adherance!!!

Longetivities lost hut is overly done,
       Nothing is won't If you lost the poker skilled bet!!!

Doeth thou as so much as care yet?

Dont throw in all thy chips,
Manipulator of long finger nailed strips!!!

      The newsboy doth not show around these ways,
No news,
               All new-fangled misgivers,
Mischief singers misdirect all pity platoons!!!

Thy twin glossed repugnance is caught quietly,
Piece by piece,
You string up the earth to the next distant crescent!!!

Proprietor,
                  What shall thou propose?

Art thou the puppet played bafoon?
Next page