My Visionary Poem by Corrina Kavea

My Visionary

Hey Chevargo where are you now?
I hope at the black stone
I see the turquoise scorpions
In your eyes
And when I do, I am left alone.
Omar Sherif has nothing on you
When you are away from me
As a visionary
You hold eternity In your sight
In this I set you free.
And yet
The sleek black sedans
Cruise by and capture your
Vision for a time
And you smile
Look at that, you say
With delight, silky and lustrous
Is your voice.
But you know deep down
To yearn for them is not me
I do not I can not.
You tell me we are rich yet we have not
Our love is above all wealth.
But my fear is, when you are gone
If not the stone, nor your wealth
Who is it that has your eye.
You say her name
With contortion on your face
What has she done
That divides you in two
But takes you away,
she has crippled you.
And I know not what
to think nor say
All I can do is dread that day
When she calls you home
Where your heart is whole
Abu Miriam the man I stole.

By corrinak