How nice and unexpected! Thank-you. I usually write to free my mind (if that is possible).
Might as well break this thread in now and to honor such an welcome gift...
Here's one of my favourites...
"Love's Horizon"
Hello again, sweet love of mine, I know you think highly of me, as the sky. The west wind, blessed Zephyr, obeyed your call and blew me across the wispy firmament back into the firm embrace of your sleek arms. In your tears I see that you missed me and within I see that which I missed most: the twinkling of beloved stars on a glassy sea as my lips linger along a familiar coast.
Clouds of doubt had swirled about my thoughts of you, yet now your southern valley is a summer stream, dry, virgin to all but the love of me. My passion would pour down, my dear, but you have cut your hair, that tropical canopy, hewn down that lovely land of life and steam. I have long wished to bathe in those vapors and roam where our past stood like Mayan monuments. How I thirst for the lost trickles of those moments!
Forgive me, I have been foolish, with eyes overcast. I now see that your soul followed me east; the same sun that drank your sultry desire licked your locks to a golden savannah. My mane will be that of a veldt lion who hunts dreams as fleeting and frail as gazelles. This lion shall serve that which matters most; the whims of his pride.
Lover, teacher, you have put me through a test. My reply? "True love is that which never left."
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Sir Alderman speaks the truth, M'lady I prefer the feel of kittins, for soem reason. Perhaps the more direct imagry. You say you write from the heart. It is through the heart and through the soul which the truest talent flows
There's this one from my journal. I named it the Way of Goodbye-- it is very personal to me...I've had to say this more often than I'd like to. It's about the invevitability of it from my perspective and my gradual acceptance. As friends and neighbours we influence each other on a fundamental scale in our daily lives and when that unfortunate moment arrives-- my experience is that some of the positive energy/connection gets lost and fades. When this happens often enough, there is a part of me that becomes disaffected and disjointed from my immediate surroundings. And so....this is:
The Way of Goodbye
tired of the way the sun breaks when it shatters through the blinds the dust of passing chapters lingering inside a sudden loss of levity a certain lack of grace these moments and their memories forget how things have changed and I still will cry adrift within this song but it's different now not exactly broken, not entirely wrong simply winding down waiting for the fade letting go of having to be something someone else has made and weariness seems to bring a sort of peace like warmth to hold the weeping as they lay aside their dreams and though this day is long it will not escape the night for this is the way of the world this is the way of goodbye
Everyone notices the sun-- so bright and commanding but the moon? When the moon crawls slowly, unpretentiously, up into the night sky, it silently floats by. I've been having a hard time sleeping lately so I've been taking short walks and I'm grateful, for the moon is my guide.
Completed this evening:
In twilight hours The moon a prudent mistress Shimmers softly
She rarely spoke of her start in life Or the years she'd worked to overcome strife And all anyone saw was the smile in her eyes Too smug and self-righteous to ever realize Her tenderness, fragile, like a dream on the wind Made her easy to crush when she needed a friend When the love of her life loved someone else And spun her joy into a version of hell She sought out her comfort in the hugs of others But it was clear from their words they felt so far above her: it could be worse - don't cry do not weep you have no right here you sit so sad and sighing while half the world is dead or dying they shamed her heart with verse upon verse of "just remember - it could always be worse"
She moved on and found new smiles Worked at making life worthwhile But soon enough the hard times hit The kids were hungry in clothes unfit She toiled from dawn till late at night Though sad and worn she did not cry Until one day in weariness She wept to friends of her distress But once again they could not see Past their own big heads to their friend in need it could be worse - don't cry do not weep you have no right here you sit so sad and sighing while half the world is dead or dying they tore her heart with verse upon verse of "just remember - it could always be worse"
Then one day on a warm spring morning She fell to sickness with little warning The doctor confirmed her silent fears And told her she'd reached the dusk of her years Her heart was sad and she ached for friends For someone who'd hold her and help face the end But alone she drew her final breath And her "friends" were surprised when they heard of her death By way of GoodBye she left a few simple words And prayed they'd be heeded and not go unheard:
You always told me not to cry That as for weeping I had no right When I was sad and fell to sighing You said just think, you could be dying You broke my heart with your careless verse Don't you know I knew it could have been worse? I only wanted warmth and love But no matter my need it was never enough My last dying hope is that somehow you'll see How hurtful and careless your actions can be And maybe the next time a "friend" needs some care You will be kinder, and you will be there So farewell, remember, the point of this letter: It could have been worse, but it should have been better.
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