Each time at night
When I lay down and darkness beclouds my sight
Before I fade to the land of dreams,
My emotions betray me.
Each time at night
When I closed my eyes to comtemplate the day's fight
Before my soul flees to the vague realm,
My emotions betray me.
By a single kiss, either placed or planted in the garden,
By a simple word spoken in a haste beside lighted fires,
Memories of her blow across the marshy waters of my flooded mind.
Her pretty eyes gloomy holding precious drops of salted water,
And earth, and fire, and the violent wind combined.
A withered rose lies upon her unsoiled hands.
Softly and without rhythm, her child-like voice sings me a lullaby.
Violent dreams or sweet nightmares,
Or a maze, or a question, or a riddle made bare,
Upon seven seas that surround my haunted room
Upon this blue sea and in this blue moon,
Both her golden and my stoney hearts clued,
Beating upon my harden chest, black and blue.
I saw her, bright like the mid-day sun.
Once only did I see her, a sight rarer than the unicorn.
Eons unfold before my retina forming a single image
For it seems like I have known her since the begining of age,
She passed me by wearing a child-like smile,
A smile in which a step is but a thousand miles.
I stood amid the green
Of a divinely planted garden,
Since childhood hour I have never seen,
Such a beauty, perfect even to the least farthing.
Who leaves a lily,
In the rough grip of the thorn's hands?
Who will dropp a rain,
In the dry jars of the barren lands?
A fallen man or an insufficient grace,
For answers to some mysteries are not mine to embrace.
Out of sight nor out of mind
Both in boundless space and in limitless time,
I see her in my dream
I feel her so close it seems.
For on that fateful day,
When the wind teased me with its sway;
She took the right path and crossed into my heart
And somehow she never left it.
Each time at night
When I lay down and darkness beclouds my sight
Before I fade to the land of dreams,
My emotions betray me.
Great job there young man...Keep writing and let the feeling come from the heart. Nice!
this poem shows true love. how you waited and waited with never ending love and hope. it shows the sacrifice we must make for love. once again you aren't just writing words, your feeling them. that is the sign of a true poet. i must say that this is my favorite poem by you so far.
A rare beauty, the top of admiration, you have seen is in your heart. Memories of her....flooded mind- Wonderful imagination! Her memories become the west wind of Shelley to blow across your flooded mind. Don't make us to be envious of your fancy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Guy ? will go places wif dis ? knw