Patrick William Kavanagh
Patrick William Kavanagh Poems
A Close Encounter
Sitting at the bus stop all alone, acting busy, toying with my mobile phone,
No mail, no texts, just playing games, and just pretending I don't feel alone.
A smile from you would mean so much, - but I can't catch your eye,
I think you're lonely just like me, - I smile at you, but you can't see.
The lonely moments ticking by, I see my chance is slipping by,
I realise that you will never look my way,
And fear's the reason why.
My smile dies in the frozen wastes between our hearts,
A friendship that will never be, A love that could have grown from such a simple ...
The Goddess Calls
Who are you?
Strange longing that has crept into my restful soul,
I hear your quiet whisper, but, in words not of my race...
There is nothing in this world is seek, - My cup is full
and yet you call me softly from some distant place.
Are you the whisper in the wind that calls my name?
The Breaking of the waves against some rocky shore?
Or Moonlit shadows rustling in some country lane.