Eyes Of A Stranger - Poem by Joy Howarth
as i walked along i couldnt help but see
see your face outside my foggy window
how sad your eyes were
drooping as if you were all alone
your feet dragged one foot after the other.
a quick but memorable glance you gave me
those eyes oh those eyes
how they will burn
oh my heart it falls to the depths
in a cold and unwilling pain of sorrow
why oh why must you be so sad stranger
that you are to be walking a line of solitude
your steps are growing faint in the puddles click clack
c..l i c k.... c l a...c k
i rushed to the door hand on the nob ready to turn
impulsively of course that was the only way
no scarf nor boots for warmth just a cloak on her back
her hood covered her face
the curiosity got at its best
wait sad stranger
those eyes, hidden underneath a hat of grey
looked up at this young woman
no words were exchanged but just a stare
i do not mean to pry but why are your eyes?
oh so empty do i feel as the stranger pulled his hat further down
the woman i loved.. i took her for granted and lost all i had
many times have i..
..a cold breathe was let out into a exasperated slow sigh
many times have i talked to her since our depart
we seem to be aquainted once again
he looked down into the puddle hesitating to continue..
although i do not believe she does not feel the same for me as i do for her
weve been apart seeing others, trying new things, heh..making mistakes
but nothing felt right. my heart was still with her.
sorry miss..i got carried away. i shouldnt say much more
oh but please do go on..you see i.. am the village doctor here and could maybe help
well..we should atleast get out of this foggy weather.
actually i do believe my house is just a little whiles away,
do you mind?
the stranger and doctor's feet were stepping in and out of puddles
making their way back, the doctor pulled her hood off
no longer could she wait to speak a word of importance
stranger oh sad stranger here is what you seek
a face of which you surely can recognize
the stranger jerked his eyes up in an excited curiosty yet fright
it was her. the one, whom he had spent years with, the one whom he regretted.
his cold and pale hands touched her cheeks
eyes of sorrow no more but of confusion, maybe hope?
oh crystal..how could i not have recognized..
Jahn, i recognized you.. from my window sill.
we have both been through so much.
with others..with each other
the past is the past. i know nothing can ever be the same
although i still ran to see how much you were hurting
still i wish it were as before. as if none of this had happened
i couldnt not feel your love, i felt unwanted.
and now that we are atleast in eachothers lives again, it has become cumbersome.
oh so hard to repatch all the damage that has been said about one another
nothing but hurt is what it was. were both still hurting, both in need of love.
but i need to see that you do. or atleast hear those words of which are of secret
for this reason i am with you but not in love with you for i do not feel love coming in return
i do not know what to do but be with you.
i may cry a many night although
you do not know what to do but sit,
sit and stare in the other direction
how am i to love a man who does not care?
i may be a fool. but i am a fool trying for love
if you truly meant taking me for granted..
i want to hear those words....
and may i soar like the highest angel through the skies
for now we must switch roles
as my eyes have now started to grow weary and sorrowful
no longer does the sun shine through my soul..
many a time have i regreted things i have done, but no more!
i want to be faithful and loyal
but words..oh those words i need to hear
and with meaning shall they have
or else without them, i shall decay into a nothingness.
ill be waiting..hoping high for you
ive wanted to give up..and i did. but, here we are..
crystal walked a few steps away
giving john a tight embrace
3 words then will i be able to tell
if it is to mean or to not.
a creaky door opened from her cold hands
until then will i wait.
a soft close of the door locking into its place
baffled and confused, he stood back outside in a puddle of rain
with a soft whisper he spoke those three words
walking away the steps were growing faint yet again
in the puddles click clack c..l i c k.... c l a...c k
wandering off into the fog
when his return to his lady will be
that will be up to him..
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