My love has a face
I can never touch
so I run my fingers
over the open air
hoping he will hear
its whisper
You make me want an afterlife
where I can discover you
over and over
like some hidden temple
a long forgotten god
I hope always to know you
tomorrow comes quickly
the sun hushes this air as it sets
the darkness tugs
at memory.
-By the lil' Corbyhawk herself
9 comments:
'darkness tugs at memory.'
ah, yes... it's like the darkness is weak and allows so much to surface. Why does light seem to have more strength?
true, light illuminates so it gives clarity, in the dark all these little things bump around don't they?
Murky..
Corby
Corby, yet another of your beautiful poems. I find your words touch so closely on my life...for instance "I dont want to paint without your eyes" & "What is the shape of Goodbye?" & now this poem. My heart has been hurt & deeply wounded recently and it 'hangs like an empty canvas,waiting for him to paint & complete our story' but I wait in vain as this will never happen as it cannot be.
Memories tug at my heart & draw me into the darkness so I am searching for the warmth of the sunlight to take away this gloom.
Whoa... It's been great watching the lil' Corbyhawk's poems emerge and bloom. Each one a new flower not seen before but familiar in its scent and sense.
Corby,
I hope things get better for us both, in my case I know it will not happen with him for he has chosen another. As I said to him he was my Celtic knight who possessed all the of qualities I loved in a man but he was so desirable why would he choose me when he could have picked any fair flower from the meadow; and so he did. Teardrops on my heart.
Pshaw, or however you spell that - your Celtic knight lacked one quality - the insight he needed to recognize your qualities among the flowers. It grieves me to hear, "why choose me when..." - it's not about your lacking desirable qualities at all, you know. But then, it seems so easy for me to say that, but I have gone down that path myself a few times (insert appropriate smiley thingy).
So many beautiful flowers but only one you and everyone deserves a dream now and then right?
Flowers are too temporal, I am a lovely rock, or a tree!
dw had a much better way of putting it.
Corby
Thanks Corby & dw,oh he found me desirable & he was very tempted but not enough to act upon it. Yes he did lack the insight to appreciate all of my qualities but he had some history with the other flower & I am guessing the flame was rekindled.
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