POETRY: YOU MADE LOVE TO ME

You made love to me
Not to my body,
(You reached deep within me)
but my spirit
I heard you call my name
Not like you sound
Your voice so dim and deep

You touched me that I may feel
All your splendor
You brought me sweet relief
From all my tension
Your love is all I need
Every day and night
From no one will I receive
True love like this
My life, my everything
To you I give
Greater love will be my reward
As long as I live


2


My desire
Is to hold you before my eyes?
This world is
Not worth seeing at present
Blood and bloodstains everywhere
Terror, and more terror everywhere
Haphazardous running, and
Uncertainty everywhere
I am disgusted
With constantly seeing,
Hearing,
Facing all of this
Every day, and every night.
When you are with me
Uncertainty and terror vanish
Faith in life soars to its peak
And under the clear blue sky
Desires take flight
On the colourful wings
of the will to live.
This world is
Not worth living at present
I wish to experience it with you at my side
I wish to see it through your eyes
O, my sacred love!
My desire
Is to hold you before my eyes?.


3


Pushing away manic urges
I cannot afford, clinging to
all I left behind;
the deep breath of desire called "you".
There where love is
given without remorse,
trapped within silent walls,
I travel a fearful course.
A slave to your words
tightly chained to my emotions,
drowning within the hope,
of dark, deep oceans...
Swirling, colors of light and dark,
the rush of my life's blood begins
for a life that is driven,
to edges of reality again.

4

Beggars we are, when it comes to love.
We ask the Lord to send us someone from up above.
Someone to call our own, our lonely heart does need,
A special person, a friend indeed
To exchange a smile with, or an occasional word or two,
And maybe one day, to say to them, ?I love you.?
Being in love, it seems, we all do want,
Having someone to look into our eyes and say, ?you are the one.?
To be loved, strong is this feeling we need,
A warm touch, a kiss, to make us complete.
To get in return, we must be able to willingly give,
But not knowing how to trust and share, we are naive.
Steel is not what it?s made of, this life-giving heart;
We curse the day when love has ended, and we fall apart.
We learn to live with the void in our soul, the hunger within,
Hoping one day love will enter in.


5

Lost in the love that I once adored,
but I am alone.
The moon is my only reprieve
as with it's pale light my shadow stands by me.
In lonesome company I bare a broken heart,
and with my wounded wings of love I begin to heal.
In time I will hope to fly again,
in the daybreak full of joy I plan to spread my wings.
First I must rest and bind what has torn.
Ripped and wrinkled is the battered fabric of my love.
With tender care I hope to mend
but with delicate attention, I will not efface.
I will not forget what once I held so dear,
in my arms, close to my heart.
She was my love and for that I will be there
standing by a sea with the lantern of my devolution.
As true with all, time does wear,
and the night will come I won't be there.
Not that I have forgotten or even let go
but the lantern I held fast gave up on me.
With the weak flame burned out I must move on,
the cold wet night is no longer my home.
In my moment of hope, for new beginnings,
I turn away from that salty sea.
Once in rhythm with my broken tears
the waves now crash silent against the rocks.
With one last salt-filled cry
I start my accent and say goodbye.
With the beach now behind me I hear the sun rise.
My eyes close tight and squeeze out the fear.
The warm light against my back, my days begin.
Even still in long nights on a beach of somewhere
my shadow stands with the moon...
gone, but not forgotten.


6-

I've looked into eyes I've never seen before,
I've kissed lips that have never spoken to me.
I've held the hand of someone I've never met,
I've trusted someone I didn't know.
I loved someone who didn't love me,
But I kept believing that it wasn't a dream.
And everything was just perfect...
Until I woke up!