Sunday, February 17, 2008

The Wooden Bridge

(this poem is about a wooden bridge on which two lovers meet every night)

Sharing the burden,
Of a waiting heart.
I feel her tears
And their warmth.
Alone in the night,
She stands for hours.
Stamping me sometimes,
Sometimes gazing at the stars.
She refuses to talk,
When he is late.
Leaves me wondering,
The purpose of the wait.
But here romance is born
Pure as moonlight,
When she lies in his arms
And they dance away the night.
Dawn parts them with a kiss,
And a promise to meet again.
Even if the sky is dark.
Or they have to dance in the rain.

Kiss From A Rose

Kiss from of a rose
On my grave.
Anguished words
Are lost in dust.
And every tear that will
Roll down your eyes
Is going to make me
Cry again.

A Mile Away...

There she stands
A mile away.
As beautiful as ever.
Holding her silence,
Saving her words.
Almost a whisper,
that only the wind can hear.
She knows my name.
I know her fragrance.
I can feel her touch
On my soul, saving me
From who I was before.
She never asked for my love,
But that is all I have to give.
I see truth in her eyes,
In me she believes.
The horizon changes
And stars disappear.
The sunset is somber,
As the sky cries my tears.
But she is still there.
Standing a mile away,
As beautiful as ever.