When the stars move in a love pattern, it sweeps me so.

by jERRY   Mar 13, 2006


She filled my void, completeness I felt, joined.
Laughter and tears though I continued to feel as an outsider, just a place for here heart to visit
Then time passed, believing it could last forever, I faltered in my strength.
She slowly faded from my touch as I floundered deeper into the shadows of life.
I could not fill the void in her life, I could only let go.
Years past, I have struggled on, only hopping to Finnish this miserable journey.
Stumbling into a place I find guidance.
Startled by her brilliance, she surprises me and I miss the chance to reunite.
Not a partner kind of love, friend of sorts, she is not unlike a storm.
Could be a link to the past, a guide to the future.
A warning of what I failed in before, or the truth of what could have been. Did I miss something?
If my eyes could have only seen, and my heart strong enough to believe in the unknown
Her, eyes put such a spell on me, and yet she can not know,
Then she is gone, I tried to reach her.
Feeling so dead for so long , I tried to hold onto some kind of magic, I knew before.
Was it the stars, making their music of love, brushing over me?
I wax so romantic when my heart begins to sing, this feeling so strong in me,
Who have I become, I no longer feel as myself.
However, I know not why, she must be only a link to someone somewhere.
Yet is seems she twist my emotions so , no I must only be dreaming.
My heart suddenly so lonely, what does it mean
I have befriended before, shared many of my best moments talking over pop tarts
Just two friends passing the time of our hodge-podge life.
Still her guidance is too far away, I cannot play the fool, yet I do anyway,
What a shock, the stars play with our hearts, jerking us around while they try to chart their course
Don't let them fool you, love and life is measured barter style, and it is all about the power
Power is survival, only it sometimes is abused.
Should survival not come first, or will the heart provide where there are only scraps for the fool hardy?
However, for the lucky they have fallen into the easy shores of life and love.
Oh such envy, and heavy hearted I have become.
So lonely this journey, so dark my course.
Battered and confused, what can I do?
What can I say?
I must only wait for some resolve.
When the stars move in a love pattern, it sweeps me so.

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