Frank Ian Bowen
An Ode To Hope - Poem by Frank Ian Bowen
I’m sitting here so far away, lonely yes, but just today.
Tomorrow starts another page, inside this hot, oppressive cage
that keeps the bills and charges paid, yet more despair from it is made.
Away from you I don’t feel whole, I’ve lost a large part of my soul
and though my feelings came so fast, perhaps you thought they might not last?
I know inside indeed they will. Discovery was such a thrill.
So much we share; in thought and mind, in body too, we’ve been entwined,
but this is not the truest word. I tell you now, the message heard
inside my breast and mind was clear; had to tell you, despite my fear.
I am a frail, and fragile man, prone to laughter, sure, but can
be hurt and wounded very fast, by those who care not what’s said last.
For endings in my life have been, always painful, never seen.
And then came you, a shining soul, so much beauty, a perfect soul,
a source of light within my life, removing doubt, removing strife,
and like a blow into my chest, I found you living in my breast,
within my heart, within my head, I think of you and smile instead.
I fill with pride at what you do, and what you might; but then with who?
I have this hope you’ll let me in, to help, and love and care within
your life, with all its twists and turns, the dreams you have, e-ven unknowns.
You see dear woman, its you I love, you’re the hand inside my glove!
It feels so good inside of me, glimpsing things of you I see,
often feeling what you do, caring for the inner you,
the depths where shadows seem to live, that gentle talking helps you give
to me, to hold, so you can see them, sort them, being bold.
Yet deeper still, and when you sleep, I hold you close, your secrets keep
within my breast where safety is, there ‘til you decide its time. It is?
Time to say what now you can’t? Your needs, desires, what e’er you want?
I hope it will include me too. That’s what I’d like – to be with you,
wherever in the world you want to be, I hope your future includes me.
You see my darling I want you so, in every way, because you glow
I can but hope you’ll feel the same, And if you do, you’ll fan the flame
of love and passion as never seen, no longer wished for; even dreamed,
‘cos we will live it every day, sharing, working, laughing, play,
becoming closer than even now, helping growth no matter how.
I smile again at all these thoughts, knowing well that these are sorts
of things which make you shake; don’t fear me love, s’not fear I make
but thoughts of love and care and helping you, believe me now, it is all true!
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