Poetry. Yup.
PostPosted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 4:17 pm
So I was unsure what to post. So we'll try a little esoteric and then a little mushy. Hehe. Thanks in advance to any who read. I hope the experience is pleasurable. Or at least not too agonizing
Gentle
A sense barely sensible,
And yet powerful still.
That memory indellable,
Which just eludes the will.
The silent moments,
A soul sits alone,
When the heart writes its sonnets,
That never again are known.
Like a delicate flower,
That can barely be touched.
Never a high tower,
Yet more beautiful than such.
Ever like music,
You close your eyes to hear.
More than hearing, you feel it,
So far to be so near.
But such moments are lost,
And never return again.
They carry no cost,
And they obey no man.
Solitary piano keys,
So softly falling.
Gentle.
Too Soon, Too Far Away
When you and I are all alone,
Quiet but for breeze and breath,
It seems that with your soft daring eyes,
You could charm me to my death.
I don't know when I must leave you,
But I wish it were never,
When we are together like this,
Don't you wish it were forever?
There is a certain kind of magic,
When our heartbeats step in tune,
In that very dear moment,
That always ends too soon.
Yet it ever must end,
And we fall away in slow motion,
Feeling well each step we take,
As if our hearts were lost upon an ocean.
But stop and close those sweet eyes,
Imagine our yesterdays to be our today,
And I could be thinking of you,
Wherever I stand far, far away.
We could think about some other day,
When things were other than they are,
Imagine, wish in our heart of hearts,
That these miles were not so far.
And last, send me a kiss,
To touch me softly in my sleep,
And bring some soothing beauty,
To the troubled dreams I keep.
Gentle
A sense barely sensible,
And yet powerful still.
That memory indellable,
Which just eludes the will.
The silent moments,
A soul sits alone,
When the heart writes its sonnets,
That never again are known.
Like a delicate flower,
That can barely be touched.
Never a high tower,
Yet more beautiful than such.
Ever like music,
You close your eyes to hear.
More than hearing, you feel it,
So far to be so near.
But such moments are lost,
And never return again.
They carry no cost,
And they obey no man.
Solitary piano keys,
So softly falling.
Gentle.
Too Soon, Too Far Away
When you and I are all alone,
Quiet but for breeze and breath,
It seems that with your soft daring eyes,
You could charm me to my death.
I don't know when I must leave you,
But I wish it were never,
When we are together like this,
Don't you wish it were forever?
There is a certain kind of magic,
When our heartbeats step in tune,
In that very dear moment,
That always ends too soon.
Yet it ever must end,
And we fall away in slow motion,
Feeling well each step we take,
As if our hearts were lost upon an ocean.
But stop and close those sweet eyes,
Imagine our yesterdays to be our today,
And I could be thinking of you,
Wherever I stand far, far away.
We could think about some other day,
When things were other than they are,
Imagine, wish in our heart of hearts,
That these miles were not so far.
And last, send me a kiss,
To touch me softly in my sleep,
And bring some soothing beauty,
To the troubled dreams I keep.