Sometimes, my blue eyes,
They weep the rain for you,
And it’s no coincidence,
That tear drops mimic their taste after you,
So I cry in vain,
Simply for you,
Look at the bright sun,
It burns for you,
How could you ever notice me,
Who shines for you,
When precious fire,
it sears for you
My hands,
They caught Heavens tears for you
But water it dances,
Only for you,
With the ocean singing in your ears,
I doubt you could ever hear my voice,
That strains for you,
Always the night opens its cloak for you,
Why would you ever want my arms,
That yearn for you,
When darkness falls on its knees,
entirely for you
My life,
It spins for you,
But the whole world turns,
solely for you,
how could you ever know
I exist just for you,
So many things this could be...Beauty. .love...a lover...a person....a Pen.. a thought..pain...ego...
passion..doubt...earth...moon... sky...life..God...The cloud........
The enticing thing is to reach within and allow the wonder of what this poet just died for...what was left afterward lying beside her...her entire breath stolen as she allowed herself to be used ...A gift and tool of it's voice....for the want of nothing more than speaking this whisper no one would hear....yet echoed from within.
doesnt it seem that the whole of nature worships the one we wish more than ever would just glance our way, say our name, and yet alas unrequited love...i really enjoyed reading this. ...my favorite line,,,,when darkness falls on its knees entirely for you,,,,
"I remeber asking a wise man, once . . . 'Why do Men fear the dark?' . . . 'Because darkness' he told me, 'is ignorance made visable.' 'And do Men despise ignorance?' I asked. 'No,' he said, 'they pri.. more..