An Idea at Midnight

This has a spoken poetry ring to it, so if you read it in that sort of a tone it kinda gives the flow a little more sense =)

It is often

I am left alone with my thoughts

Staring at the roof in the middle of a midnight that hasn’t yet been carved by the sharpness of AM

And when I am left alone with those thoughts

I am robbed by your heart

I can still feel it as it etches away my emotions

My tiny spectrums of thought that all could balance on the pinprick of a needle

Yet is so vast that not even seven universes could catch them

 

Sometimes I wonder about you,

I wonder if you had ever thought about you and I or wondered if things were meant to be

Like there was some tiny invisible bright red string

That led from your ring finger to mine

Because ring fingers are the only finger that connects to one’s heart.

 

It is in this midnight that I learn

What the true meaning of pulling on my heart strings is

That I learn you might not even think as fondly of me

As I do of you

That I learn and wonder in all this time what changed your mind

 

You see midnight has no thoughts

It is merely the vessel for which many of them reside

They breathe here and dance on frosty air that is untouched by the sun’s rays

They fester and breed here, and become ideas, and when you have ideas

They become truths, and when you have a truth you have touched upon something

That is just outside of our pin needle of an existence

 

And you, well you are your strong arms that wander down my existence

I know you or I did know you at one point and now I’m learning you all over again

I know you don’t remember as well as I do but I’m sure I could write you a thousand poems

And you still wouldn’t capture exactly what was on my heart. I wonder if you would want to know.

 

I can tell you what I want to know. I want to know you, from the skin of your neck, all the way down to the darkest smallest vessel in your forsaken heart, something that you have sworn away to secrecy and hidden in the midnight air never to be touched by the suns forbidding rays.

I still wonder what you want to know about me

You never ask much, though you don’t really have to as I am all too willing to give you what you’re not so willing to give me.

 

I can tell you I’ve been in love twice in my life time, and I have learned that love comes and goes.

I can tell you all lovers are fated but one, just one is destiny. I don’t know if I have found that destiny yet

But some days I wish. I pray. I hope for it to be you. I desperately want you to be my destiny seeing as it’s the only thing in my life that has made any sense at all…

I don’t know how I fell in love before

Sometimes I wonder if it was some kind of a fluke, something impossible that was breeding and festering off of some impossible brain parasite that took me over and swallowed my heart.

Telling me that in order to survive, I needed him when in reality he was killing me and

 

You.

You are my cure. The cure to the parasite I never should have let in

He was fated, but not my destiny. Then again maybe it is true what they say.

They say that I’m too young and haven’t found love

Fallen in love

I can say no. You’re never too young. We were born together practically…

But then again no.

How can you not say it’s destiny? I would like to know that. I would like you to know that

 

And I would love to know what goes on in that mysterious brain of yours. Taken by some impossibility and bullied into submission by life and the possibility of sickness. I can guarantee you contemplated death.

You were faced with it after all. You’re a miracle, and maybe just maybe you’re mine.  

I’ve seen things, and heard things that you couldn’t imagine… but you’ve felt things and gone through things.

That I would never imagine.

 

In my youth you burned in my heart and I never forgot you

But I can tell you it was always difficult starting out to talk to you

But once we got going, nothing got in our way

You remember that. I’m sure of it… God I wish you could just

Feel me as much I can

I wish you could just know… Or maybe you do… because

Well in honesty. I don’t want to tell you. I want you to just…

 

Know

Me

Reviews

[3rd Chance]

A powerful poem that lets the reader connect on a very close level with each passage; the words resonate with jarring truthfulness, complimented by a poignant hope for what the future might bring to the table. It effectively captures the chaotic essence of infatuation, and seethes with the unadulterated desire to know more about the object of one's affections - and to receive the same treatment in turn. Its as if I am peering right into the mind of a dreamer, and reading about their experiences and intricacies.

[kera moondust]

thank you so much for you're gorgeously written and thoughtful response =)

[3rd Chance]

You're very welcome. Keep up your fantastic work!

[soliloquy]

This is sweet and beautiful.

[Sami Khalil]

In my youth
you burned in my heart...
Well penned...

[kera moondust]

thank you =)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...

[Anthem]

This has a cool stream-of-consciousness. Almost like a Poe feel in a love poem. At the midnight hour...so much comes undone...

[kera moondust]

The stream of consciousness is exactly what I was going for with this poem, so I'm glad it came across well =) I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks So Much for the review! ^^

[Anthem]

YW...anytim e:)

[Wolfwind]

Fabulous sentiment in an amazing smooth flow of ink! I could feel a heart beat in these words, as if they were truly alive. These are the types of words that a poet can gaze at for some time, enraptured in their beauty, grace and the love that has been given into them... Sigh...
Now why can every woman speak with such a fine embrace?

Majestic Ink! Much enjoyed.
Aaron

[kera moondust]

Aw thank you so much =) I love getting reviews on my writing it makes me feel like I'm doing something right. ^^

[Wolfwind]

You should always feel like your doing something right... Even when others think it wrong, for it is still your wish to do it that way. =)

[kera moondust]

This is true =) But thank you none the less I'm glad you enjoyed this piece.

[John Fitzgerald]

What a beautiful stream of words. You have captured the essence of subconscious thinking, all lines seem to blur together to create a mesmeric whole. Truly I find great hope in this poem. You speak so well of love and it's seeming confusion but also of it's true nature, the simple twist of fate.

[kera moondust]

Thank you so much =) I appreciate your feedback, I'm quite fond of this work. ^^

[John Fitzgerald]

No problem. I really enjoyed it :)

[kera moondust]

I'm glad you did =)