Open Poetry #36 |
Always (repost) |
Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
I sit here at your bedside, Watch the moonlight on your face, The paths carved in your makeup- Where the teardrops left their trace… I want so much to hold you, And to tell you how I feel- Inform you of my presence- But, alas, it is unreal. We really should have married- Our love was plain to see. So readily apparent- To every one but me… I'd laugh each time you told me- Of your love, I'd make a joke. Unable to confide in you- It's all gone up in smoke. I was flying out of Boise- Fighting fires in Idaho… And I took too many chances, Everybody told me so. You pleaded with me to slow down, Not take the foolish risks- I'd smile and make some light remark- Then hush you with a kiss. A year ago last Tuesday- A major forest fire… The winds blew hard and fitful, The flames kept raging higher. Al and I were trying hard- And falling way behind, When a bunch of jumper's were cut off- Behind a flaming line. "Big Al" took in the first drop- And I built on his lead- The wind was blowing harder- And gusting in the trees. We had to make our drops too low- My engine was aflame- The fire got to my fuel tank- I went calling out your name. But I'll never really leave you- I sit with you each night. When you weep upon my photograph… And you die a bit inside. I told you, all too often- In those other, better days… You are my girl, you'll always be- I'll be with you always. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
John, I don't remember reading this before .. so I am very happy that you reposted it. Just wonderful. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Excellent write cowboy!!! Love the way you pull the reader in. Hugs~Nancy Now - while the leaves still dance on the wind |
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