Wednesday, July 16, 2014

POETRY: UNTIL THE END OF TIME

In my dream I see a girl,
a girl that I haven't seen before,
but the dream I have seem so real...

The way I touched her body,
the smell of her hair,
the sweet taste of her lips.

But when I awaken,
there's no one there except air.
Why, oh, why do I have these dreams?
Is she the one that I will love forever?

The girl I dream of... Is she real, or is she my imagination?
If this girl is real, would she change the world I live in?
Until then, I will dream of her, for the day I will find her



2


I walk along the beach.
I look back, trace my footprints
until I can no longer see them.
I watch the ocean tides coming in,
they splash, create a sense of chill in the air.
I look up, see flocks of seagulls
lulling their tunes to one another,
their world unknown to us.
I hear the laughter and cries of a child calling his mother,
as he dances and frolics around in his new found playground,
no cares in the world.
I stumble, notice an empty can of soda pop lying on the sand,
likely to be left
by someone who spent their time here
in some way... some days ago.
Lifes beauty, its architecture, serene
and peaceful, yet the more I see of it
the less it seems I know.


3


Every night when
I fall asleep,
I see you.
In all your beauty
And grace
That I love.
You are always there.

When our eyes meet,
My heart screams,
"I love you!"
But the words are
Not necessary
We both feel
Each other's love.

My hands tremble
As I caress
Your lovely face.
Words are whispered, then
We embrace.
My heart repeats,
"I love you!"

I wake up
And I cry,
As I realize
It was only a
Simple dream,
And I must continue
Without you...



4


Souls part, oceans collide,
and my mind contemplates
the gift it has been given:
your presence in my essence.
A great feeling is woven inbetween ourselves,
a feeling that can only be defined
in the look that we give each other.
The look, seeing through the eyes of the other,
to the depths of their being.
A connection beyond love,
riding this wave of something indescribable;
just wanting to remain with this person,
until the end of time



5


I miss you now
I miss your pretty face
I miss your sound of laughter
And your caring, loving grace

I miss the kiss, the quick goodbye
The joke, the talk, the eyes
The cuddle, extra hour in bed
The hugs to ease our cries

I`ll never have the night with friends
And a stocking on the stairs
I`ll miss the coming home from work
Collapsing in our chairs.

I know our hands will never hold
As lovers in the park
And bodies laying in our bed
Caressing in the dark

Will just not happen, not this time
I miss you in my dreams
"If only" is light years away
And "No!" no colour schemes!

The pure and silly laughter
Over others who just don't know
How much we love each other
In warm rain, under clouds, in snow

I miss you only in my thoughts
Because we have no past
We have a present and perhaps?
But nothing allowed to last

But darling, what I can give to you
Is trust and love and care
A hug, a kiss, a hidden smile
A hand run through your hair

Your beauty, love and thoughts for me
Have helped me I can say
But no disruption was the rules
I promised, so that's the way

I miss you precious, each waking hour
Except the times you're near
And on the phone your voice is so
So precious to my ear

I`ll finish now, I've had my say
But what I hope is true ...
Is once we have "one day," then after
I`ll miss you!

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