Words Of Love Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Words of love
Like the words of the bible
They are just words unless felt in the heart
They mean little unless they are dearly felt
I could scream I love you from a mountain
but what would it mean
unless it reached your heart
pure and clean
as pure as a Winter mountain stream
I could scibble words of love in the sky
visible to every passerby
But unless happy tears they made you cry
They would have no meaning, no reason why
If I could write them with my own blood
across the wall, that separates us two
You might see the stains but they might mean nothing to you
And so knowing this is true
I'm left her feeling so blue
as if all my hopes and dreams are through
handed over to you
but unless you can feel
none of it is real
and sadness comes like pouring rain
I'm just a hobo on a train
hopped an unlocked boxcar to be alone
The weary road, my only home
I scractch your name in the floorboards
and look at it and cry
I don't know why
But I love you, like the moon loves the sky
As the scenery through the door moves by
Like life that's been passing by
But somehow I can't say goodby
Though I try
My destination is uncertain
my chest feels so hollow
Through tears I lay me down to rest
And a vision of you does follow
In my dream I am a prince
and you my damsel fair
I gently kiss your lips
and brush back your soft dark hair
You see me crying and you stop and stare
and suddenly I truly feel your care
And in that moment I feel free
Nobody around, just you and me
And all the world is perfection
all the world is healed
Found in the soft glow of our connection
Mystery of love finally revealed
At long last, love and sweet affection
And I feel it in my heart
So deeply it breaks apart
I don't want to wake
For fear the spell will break
I linger in this dream
as the boxcar clanks and shakes
On rough endless track
I'm happy only in this moment
and I don't ever wish to come back
I forget the train I'm on
and the desolate endless track
and linger in the dream
my body resting in your arms
I let go of my gunny sack
I die in my sleep
My body found the next morning
By a constable who checks the cars
from front to back