Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

When I first met you,
I thought you were the one.
And when you met me,
You showered me with love.
I thought about you,
Every single day.
And when you talked to me,
I didn't know what to say.
You said you liked me,
But you seemed so far away.
I didn't know love was so complicated,
I was so fooled by your empty praises.
And though you left me broken,
I don't want my words to be unspoken:
I wish you the best in life,
Though all you told me were your lies.
I want you to be happy,
Though we are now apart.
I hope that you grow to be a gentleman;
I mean it from the bottom of my hurting heart.

Fret Not!
Thou canst but read them all!

Hordes beset the pages now here-in
Contorting mental faculties to new and different bent

Perusal of Poetry in monumental quantities
is known to suddenly suffuse the brain with lusher thoughts, ideas

Behold! A new man doth arise
as a Phoenix from the ashes of despair

Continue on, my friend, to try to drink of all the knowledge here
While Eliot wafts his magic wand creating wonders in the air

But, ya can't read 'em all.............alas

You lay there on my white cotton sheets,
your hair catching the evening glow.
Awake or asleep,
I guess I will never know.

I grabbed your hand,
brought it closer to my eyes,
and tried to understand
your soul's clever disguise.

I examined the lines on your palm,
traced your veins with my fingertips,
and felt your heart beating;
steady and calm.

I could feel each blood cell,
pounding in the tiny vessels under your skin.
I would spend forever here with you,
if you would only let me in.

If only I could be your blood,
be your life-source,
and feel what it's like to truly run through your heart,
even she wouldn't come between us,
and we wouldn't be torn apart.

I'll kiss you one last time on your wrist,
turn the light off,
and pretend I never had this thought.
I'll wait for the day when you run through my heart,
and this is what will shoot through my mind,
until the
very
last
shot.

Lover, mine soulmate
Lover, mine joie de vivre ;
Lover, mine cloud nine
Lover, thy élan vital of time.

Lover, mine morning, and evening bud
Lover, mine living, to thee I'm giving thee love;
Lover, mine muse, mine refuge and rescue
Lover, were fused, made brand new, branded, tattooed.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication