looking
across the waters
as you stood
upon the shore,
a warm feeling
your only comfort.
shadows of
a distant past
so long before.
memories
now fresh
of love undone,
the mingling
of two hearts
that beat as one.
sights
and sounds
and vague imaginings
that passed so long ago,
a time of love
so seldom had
that few have come to know.
me,
i was fine
up to the time
that you gathered me aside,
speaking of matters
so far from thought,
of how
your mind
and spirit fought,
and how you cannot
accept the time
although your heart
has recieved a sign.
why
do you
unplug my ears
and open my eyes
if not
selfishly
to console your fears
and subdue your sighs.
were
you tired
of being lonly
standing in spirit
by the sea,
are you
crying out
for you only
or are you
calling out for me.
what purpose served
in judging so quickly,
so swiftly,
so much.
why
make us
within arms reach
when you remain
so out of touch.
you run
at the sound
of love's
unfinished call,
then turn
on your heel
and unsure
of your direction,
you stall.
hiding
in your craft
to appease your muse,
the oils
they dry so slow.
creating visions
of what you choose,
still,
not always
of what you know.
ships and bluffs
and the face of love,
the canvas
again and again will change.
images of
a sea so rough
and a love
determined to remain.
paint me
out of the picture,
paint another man over me,
it will not change
that it was me
that stood aboard
that ship
below the cliff
that you stood upon.
behind you
the rolling highlands
of our beloved scotland,
while below you
the thickness of mist
hides that we list
and are going down.
then waves crashing
and men thrashing,
don't you know
that i have drowned.
your
tears add
to the
vastness
of the sea,
i know
that although
you cry for you
you also cry for me.
paint dries faster
than the tears
you have shed,
for a heart
cannot master
a love
that is not dead.
i wish
that you had
been spared
the wait,
knowing what
it is to grieve.
you felt you only
standing at the gate
though hand in hand with me.
if
i could have
kissed your cheek
to take away your pain.
for i
would do
anything for you,
even die again...
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© 2000
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 9:14 AM UTC
looking
across the waters
as you stood
upon the shore,
a warm feeling
your only comfort.
shadows of
a distant past
so long before.
memories
now fresh
of love undone,
the mingling
of two hearts
that beat as one.
sights
and sounds
and vague imaginings
that passed so long ago,
a time of love
so seldom had
that few have come to know.
me,
i was fine
up to the time
that you gathered me aside,
speaking of matters
so far from thought,
of how
your mind
and spirit fought,
and how you cannot
accept the time
although your heart
has recieved a sign.
why
do you
unplug my ears
and open my eyes
if not
selfishly
to console your fears
and subdue your sighs.
were
you tired
of being lonly
standing in spirit
by the sea,
are you
crying out
for you only
or are you
calling out for me.
what purpose served
in judging so quickly,
so swiftly,
so much.
why
make us
within arms reach
when you remain
so out of touch.
you run
at the sound
of love's
unfinished call,
then turn
on your heel
and unsure
of your direction,
you stall.
hiding
in your craft
to appease your muse,
the oils
they dry so slow.
creating visions
of what you choose,
still,
not always
of what you know.
ships and bluffs
and the face of love,
the canvas
again and again will change.
images of
a sea so rough
and a love
determined to remain.
paint me
out of the picture,
paint another man over me,
it will not change
that it was me
that stood aboard
that ship
below the cliff
that you stood upon.
behind you
the rolling highlands
of our beloved scotland,
while below you
the thickness of mist
hides that we list
and are going down.
then waves crashing
and men thrashing,
don't you know
that i have drowned.
your
tears add
to the
vastness
of the sea,
i know
that although
you cry for you
you also cry for me.
paint dries faster
than the tears
you have shed,
for a heart
cannot master
a love
that is not dead.
i wish
that you had
been spared
the wait,
knowing what
it is to grieve.
you felt you only
standing at the gate
though hand in hand with me.
if
i could have
kissed your cheek
to take away your pain.
for i
would do
anything for you,
even die again...
© 2000
© 2000
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