Romantic Poetry
I hope you like this page... it's all romantic sloppy sappy mushy icky stuff that I imagine Percy Byshe Shelley would have approved of. Not all of them are happy perse, but they all deal with romance..
November Bloom 11-23-96
Flowers wilt and fade with age
as I, and my heart
fade and die...perhaps
Until relief surges,
the darkness parts
and like the wings of a newborn donve
I learn to fly again.
To J.S. 1-17-97
You wondered why my eyes were open,
looking into your eyes
everytime you glanced my way
I couldn't tell you the truth.
My usual defences; bad humor and sarcasm
covered my inconsistancies again
I had to keep watching, maybe in hope...
with everything you said about your leaving:
repetitive, multitudinous "no regrets"
I had to make sure you didn't slip away,
vapor in my arms, like reaching for clouds.
A promise, perhaps, of what now seems an illusion.
To quote a rather depressing song
I closed my eyes and you slipped away.
So while you were here I kept my eyes open
and while you're gone I'll close them to dream...
All to keep a memory.
Cliche Love Poem (March 1997)
In another place, another time
cliche words, I know, dear,
but in that time, maybe another life,
I might have loved you, trusted
you with my living soul
In another place, another time
your cross might not have
frightened away my heart
I respect who and what you are--
but differences will tell,
In another place another time
October Shower (for A.C.) 10-30-97
In memory, I'm listening to rainfall pouring on the roof
and to your voice whispering softly, sighing.
Still feeling your breath on my neck
and amazed that you would even ask me to be there.
Soft, silent kisses beneath the weaping sky
were punctuated by each drop of rain fallen upon us
and echoed each small step your kisses walked into my soul.
I don't know where this road will lead,
or what will hapen tomorrow,
but somewhere during that night that led to the morning
Something, perhaps that ever-poetic spark,
appeared, and left it's mark on my mind and my heart
Returns (for TMM) 11-10-97
Deaf ears hearing silent pleas
of never again, never again,
Self-depricating trust screaming for vengeance.
Now you ask me to trust you again?
Laughter (mine) rolls and echoes through the halls
as much as I'd love to help... as much as I'd love to...
to rend my heart from my chest to gift you with again...
I hear a raven't voice echoing in my mind,
what was it he's so fond of saying?
Oh, yes..."Nevermore, Nevermore."
Gently, oh gently, love, you came to me
though belonging to another
My heart sang and rose and fell
Knowing I would lose you, ever knowing it
as if "loss" were my own name,
and the echoe of tears dripped like water in a sink.
But I was set, my mind and heart set on holding you
for the short time I'd have you.
Chasing Feathers 12-4-97
Intense stars flashing before my eyes
a cartoon's concusion,
the coyote after the ridiculous bird brained him.
So you have left me,
numb to all but thoughts of you.
Though I'm not complaining,
in fact I'm happier than I can ever remember.
You see, it's not like I can't think,
only that all feelings not for you
fade and pale in significance
when held in the same light as you.
So, the coyote's stars are kind of comical
and you, the insane little bird,
at once the Raven, then the roadrunner,
are no longer quite so out of reach.
Crescent Moon (12-5-97)
The end of the letter told you my heart
in just one sentance
"As the Crescent Moon loves the earth
that she embraces, so do I love you"
You are my Crescent Moon,
shining in the night sky amid the stars,
the celestial shapes all eclipsed in your glow.
Though it may seem that a crescant is but
a shard of the glory held
by the full moon.
I say, though, that this is untrue.
The Crescent is the Bow of the Lady,
drawn with an arrow to pierce my heart.
Pale (12-11-97)
There are times when life seems to drag
when even making love seems to be pale and wan
in the lights of the moon or the day.
Yet even in those times I think
and dream of you
Even those days my heart sings your name
and my eyes shine at my thoughts,
which seem to revolve around you,
and us.
Sonya's Tears (12-11-97)
Your tears sink slowly into my heart
faster though, then I can dry them
wishing I could cease them
as if they'd never started.
I find myself hearing your whispers
and knowing how I love you
in the depths of my heart
Wrestling with my own heart
to keep from bursting to tears with you
only because I feel your pain as if it were my own,
but holding you instead, and drying your tears
with my heart itsself, for the absence of my hands.
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