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I watched as the sherbet colored clouds slow
drift across the sky and the memories of our embrace
and realized that you were really gone this time
and gone are your hands your arms your face
Its winter and wet and yet I think of spring.
A tune as light as a butterfly's wing floats within.
It flows through me and why contain it?
For it is yours and mine and all who hear it.
And yet who wins in love and who loses too
but each and all involved
Or who was the most invested and who the least
is this all but to be dissolved
A puzzle came together slow;
The last piece pushed into place
Revealed an image so beautiful,
It laid all doubts to rest.
And I knew at once all pieces of you as a puzzle
become a mystery and the mystery a song
yet the song held a melody of long ago
like one that you sang as I sang along
With the roars of rushing waters...
Loud sounds of changing tides...
Into a distinctive atmosphere...singing.
Mysteries untold we are holding.
And the best mysteries are mysteries of you and it
is you who keeps them that way
For I was a wanderer towards love mysterious and you
who showed me how to stay
The whoosh of changing tide
In a quiet bay
Is deep and enduring
Gone are the winds and the crashing of waves ...
Gone are the shadows of eerie moon rays.
Back are the seagulls flying over the shore,
Above the waves as they quietly roll.
I see you sitting, outside on the stairs ...
In the soft sunlight, the breeze in your hair.
Looking ahead what do you see?
Somehow I know, you're thinking of me.
It was then that I reached a hand to
touch your brow
together we watched the sun set with
not a word to show
not but quiet calm
Your meek and quiet spirit
I seek touching mine.
Only when the tide stops running an ebbing
begins and her heart slowly calms
But I know well the nervous soul of this woman
and have no unsettling qualms
And so her heart stops and begins again
her mind though never rests
If only I could take the woman's hand
give her peace and all my best
If only I could hug her
Until she takes a breath ...
I could help relieve her
Of all that's causing stress!
But, like a frog she'll jump up
With restless words for me ...
Ignoring those I utter
In peace and harmony.
Someday in the winter,
When the winds howl cold …
She'll wish that she had reached out
To grasp my hand to hold.
But suddenly she shuddered,
Laid her head on my shoulder ...
And gazed into my eyes
For a kiss.
Then the sun slipped away,
And the sherbet sky turned gray ...
As we melted into
… well, until one of their their cell phones rang.
I have often though about how poets can connect like this , I've looked for sights where people can write poetry to each other for instance , nothing .....anyway this WAS fun !
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add a line to this opener for a poem about the season changing: "I see the ice of winter begin to melt away..."
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I'm here exposed to this every day battle
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