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Showing posts with label #haunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #haunting. Show all posts

Sunday, June 27, 2021

Truths

 Truths 


You've seen the naked truth of me

Haunting my days and nights

When the rain keeps me awake

Your arms encircle my waist

Our souls bears burdens together

When you leave to meet the dawn

My heart gently breaks

The world seems big and scary

I can only withstand the pain

Knowing you will be with be soon

The time slows to a standstill

As I await your presence

To reveal me once again 


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Saturday, November 25, 2017

Haunting

In a wave of memory
A scent drifts past me
I knew you couldn't quit it
I knew you couldn't quit me
Haunting me in bursts
Shame I thought of it first
I wish I could quit you
I wish I could quit this
Painful and joyful the same
I'm dying to call your name
I fall over and over for you
I fall each minute for you
Souls forever bound
In your heart I'm found

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Love is...

Love is a hand
Held fast in your own.
Love is a kiss
The sweetest you've known
Love is a hug
The first gentle embrace
Love is passion
Shared by a fireplace
Love is the wind
Whispering in my ear
Love is shared
Throughout pain and tears
Love is present
Haunting and true
Love is the beauty
I see in you

Monday, August 18, 2014

One True Love

When I was a freshman in high school (about fifteen) I went to the United Kingdom on a family trip.  We were staying in a hotel in London at the same time as a group that was performing. Thinking back with what I know now (it was August, near Edinburgh), it must have been a school group or a fringe fest group.  There was one person practicing violin at about 1 am.  Loudly.  In the hallway.  Here I was a stranger in a strange land and there was this violin music.  I wrote a poem about it.  Over the years, it has become lost but I still remember the opening two lines because I had read it to my parents and was told, "that's creepy."  It is the same three lines used here.  I decided to use the lines and try to recreate the feeling of the lonely young man, practicing the fiddle, at the wee hours of the morning, desperately seeking...

One True Love

A man and his instrument are one
One constantly craving
The company of the other
The haunting melodies
Rise down the darkened corridors
Calling to mind
Gypsy ghosts of yesteryear
The student studies with strings
Crafting compositions for classes
Making nightly worship
At the altar of Apollo
He sweats and bleeds notation
Knowing this is life blood
Music is his mistress
He will never truly love another
Beyond his first
One true love