Desert Sands

this one has a bit of a different style than what i usually do...well...see for yourself and let me know what you think.

Cold and alone, seeds sown are full-grown

You will look up and say what happened that day

Why is nothing alive, why is nothing ok?

"I can’t… find it", but this real life DVR cant be rewound

 

Instead you will look up one day and it wont be found

For you left me in the dust and in the desert sands

Of a dead future. This relationship, so well constructed

Is nothing but rust and faded old blueprints taken in the wind

 

Flying without a care just like….your hair…how it used to

Be… back, when your smile was alive and I could feel the

Spirit in your eyes move me, up down and all around

Those lovely eyes of yours had but to gaze at me and suddenly

 

I could see my future, my home, and myself in you. I could see what was

False and what was true. I could see with the eyes of a prophet

Into different lands and times and the effect was delivering.

It was simply pivoting…they were moments in which I had no choice

 

but to raise my voice and sing with authority and conviction saying….

I…LOVE…you, Like never before had I felt that way until you

Had given me hope and relief from the thousands of lies that had

Been in countless other eyes of those who had said they cared.

 

They were nothing to me before you…ha….at least that is the

Way it used to be…that is what I used to see. I remember the day

when it all went wrong I had lost myself on one trip although

I had never touched acid I felt like my mind was out in space.

 

Immediately I hurt you, without meaning too all the while

trying to hold back the fierce demon inside of me, that evil

predator that was my wounded soul, was smashing its sharp claws

On the thin sheet of steel, that was my resolve.

 

You see I was hurt but it wasn’t just you, it was that sting of rejection

when ever I would turn to seek affection from you or from another…it

seems all my lovers fail me in the end. I hated it. You loved me but

you said you weren’t ready but that was ok, for a while anyway…

 

until you spoke another man’s name. Then I felt my pain come

Roaring back in agonizing blows waiting to be let out and spout out a torrential

Storm that it had held in for so long. The beast had been waiting. After that I had

Apologized but your forgiveness was non-existent instead when I was weak

 

You left…abandoned me like all the rest and I felt no other choice but to cry.

You see my tears stung these tired eyes. Until there was, nothing left inside…

there was no more reason to cry for you had destroyed my faith in you.

I thought you had loved me…but you had not the courage to love me truly.

 

In fact, you only did so while I was the spitting image of perfection

like an ice sculpture chiseled with precise care on a glazed over pond

In the midst of winter’s full force . However, you examined the ice and loved it

until one day you found a scratch and you said no way am I gonna love that.

 

You pulled your love back and when I reached out for it, you gave my hand

a slap with those two evil words "f**k you". So now, I feel so hurt and wounded,

for I watched on the sidelines as you ran off with another man…and all the while I hold those once flowering plans in my hands like so much sand, they run through my

 

fingers…and I have to let them go because trying to hold on to them is

exhausting. So, now I listen to the gentle rush of sand and think

I will miss you sweetheart, I wish you had loved me like you said you did.

For I had always loved you with the strength of the sun’s rays in mid June.

 

Instead of what we could have been, I will be that gentle stirring saying

Something is missing. I will be the desert wind amidst those ruins and I

Will brush my ghostly lips against your cheek, I will make you weak

And you will long for those hot Arabian days but…

 

I am just a ghostly sentry on that rusted old watchtower that is

Crumbling in the Sahara. I am the stone lion that waits at the gate to

A lighthouse in the midst of a sea of sand. I will wait, I will trust HIM,

Because I believe the story has just begun…at least that’s what the wind says.

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[cheyenne]

i like this poem its good