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Oct 2014
Slowly rotting away from the inside,
I wonder what is and what could be
For I played hide and seek with the world for so long but it is my heart at stake I so I must abide.
Cold and ashamed I tread on along these empty streets reeking with lies and grief hoping that in this boulevard of broken dreams somewhere lies refuge and ****.

Searching the echoing dome of my heart for fragments of truths I stumbled across ghosts of my former self, soul searching for a soul that didn't need rescuing and when I stopped to ponder I saw that it wasn't me I was searching for but the part of me that is more than what home is, more than what truth can give and more than what survival means.

Children dancing across the streets,
Melodies from humming voices so heartfelt and sweet,
I dance away to the symphonies of the night, love songs and poetry recited by spirits that finally remembered how to dance leaving eternal footprints in the hearts of fellow men and the Gods giggling for eternity to come.

One look into those blazing eyes and the nomad in me comes home,
Lost in that Galaxy of glow, I was star gazing in the dark sky of your eyes,
I finally connected the dots and made out a portrait of our blissful childhood days that never were but if this is the yoke I ought to bare for my sins then it is a story I'll live to share.

I wrote letters never sent and carried words never told but this I write because it's only right that maybe someday I find the might to be the knight of your life. Through dark nights of blinded sight you'll be that glowing light, ever shining bright and never dare to leave my sight because you strip me of my one true delight.

I may be off your radar but you're forever on my screen and if this is all a dream then maybe I should open the window, to see the reality strewn across my face as the streaks of light beams cuts through the brightest of mornings leaving an ambiance of perpetual gleam.

I shout the silent shout so you never sense my doubt but maybe with these bleeding words upon this page you'll know what I am about. I am the calming rainbow of love after a harsh storm, and I love you. . .
the other Umi
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the other Umi  babble of the brook
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