»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #12
»
Your voice echoes
| Open Poetry #12 |
|
Your voice echoes |
|
|
walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
In my solitude you are with me. Recklessly, you come to me in a dream. In reality, you're a flicker of passion in my ordinary life. You voice echoes, in my mind. Everything, but my name you whisper. Your touch has touch so many, so many, except me. You come within my soul. Endlessly this love goes on alone. No lies, no ties, just here and there with me always. I'll keep you locked in my heart. And I'll give you my most precious gift. You do with it whatever you please. The most quiet, the most wild wish. And until then, I'll keep you in my dreams. I'll think of that kiss that will lead to it, over and over until I fall asleep in my solitute and with my dreams. A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
||
| © Copyright 2001 walker - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
Unrequited you sing a song too many hearts have bled too and saying you are not alone is mere kindling Yet in all one learns the self as one traces shadow stories on walls and hearts gone black it is as will be surrender is sometimes the only path to freedom be well AT "Time is merely change. It neither enslaves nor determines us. It is instead our opportunity for self-definition" |
||
|
Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
And may you have peaceful and pleasant dreams, my friend, for that will come of this wonderful writing of yours!! Thank you for this one......  Live...Love...Be grateful for both!! |
||
|
walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
Thank you for your wonderful insight. It is truly appreciated. A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
||
|
ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Very well composed and thought out! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
||
|
Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
You reach depths with such gentleness. I love it. You writing is very natural. To capture and live a moment is truly living |
||
|
Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This sounds wonderful, but when it ends.....  "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey." Laurie Lee |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
