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RedStoneEB
Senior Member

since 2003-06-08

Posts 772
uk

0 posted 2005-02-08 06:24 PM

O art thou far or near?
Listen in thy mind!
That hymn i sing in mornings rise,
And Noon, Till evening chores,
Voice trailing on a common wind-
O art thou far or near?
Thy beauty is none of mine,
An garden of delicate tendered-
Wild Flowers, Blushed with touch
I wonder lost overwelmed,
Weary of the lovers curse-
Like the waterfalls be
Beautiful! Danger nears the edge.

O slave like i, What are thine duties?
I've seen thee in Forbidden Courts,
Picking plucking Flowers, Whispering low-
My eyes should not be upon women
Within my hand i hold my life
Or the falling of my head;
Both seemingly meaningless-
Without thee in my thoughts
First-love hath poisoned my sense!

Veil'd part of thee hides thy features,
Eyes locked on mine she knows i'm here!
But doth not rise alarm yet nears-
How statue-like you seem to stand
Thy wonderous gaze upon a man,
Native to thine eye must seem-
a thought that stays in mind
pestering like a child to be noticed,
Till the bells take thee away-
Freedom broken by the chimes
i'll wait for love to dwell another day.

O! News travel's fast upon sore tongues,
I hear thou art parting sold away,
Tears do not come! Yet i weep-
Delayed is the heartbeat
Giving moments to recollect my thoughts;
Thou art leaving only in form,
A slave in love! what dreams of thy-
Await my open eye'd thoughts
A man out of love always goes to war.

I watch thee leave out of forced punishment,
Stood on the wall no wider than one foot,
O stay if only thou could i long to marry thee-
If only a slave could take an hand in marriage
But taken away i wave the breaking of my heart,
Out to sea thou art my message in a bottle-
Sailing not towards but away from my reach
'tis not hereafter my thoughts return to none.

The sounded alarm i longed to hear before,
Bushes against my sight as the ship sinks,
Damn! My own destorying what i come to love-
Thou art dead! In form but not in heart
As i wipe a real tear i swear revenge for thee,
My own shall die as thou hath died-
Below the waves vast and wide
As i whisper O art thou far or near?

the_loner_23
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since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA