Friday, October 10, 2014

POETRY: I HAVE DREAMT YOU WERE HERE

 As the interlude of the night
   Gave way to the sun of the morning
      The echoes of your voice
          Beckoned the dawn,
          Caressing my heart,
      Reaching deep into my soul.

          The tearful joy
   And candid whisper of your voice
       Slipped me into oblivion;
       I was lost in your arms,
         I was soared into
      The clouds of silver blue.

      Suddenly, buried memories,
         Unuttered wishes...
      The aura of your presence
         Revived my soul from
   The valley of missed opportunities.

     Via the serenity of the moment
   Your heart and mine rhymed in beat ?
           Tic, Tic, Tic ?
     They cajoled into streams of
           Endless whisper.

    Truly, by the glance of your eyes,
        And the sigh of my heart,
     Flashbacks of unfulfilled vows
      Encored the melody of reunion.
And as the dark clouds removed their veils,
    And the storm silently faded away,
     The light and the sun that came
     Ushered us into a new beginning...


2


The ceaseless symphony of a tranquil sea
echoes through the canyons of my being
filling my emptiness with
thoughts of you.

As the pounding waves caress the shore
so too does my heart pound
with thoughts of you
endlessly etched in my essence.

A lonely pelican glides on currents
of warm wafting breezes.
And I gaze in wonder at its freedom
And as it hovers above the shore
So too does my heart hover
in awe of your essence.

The cry of the gulls
in their solitary nonchalance
Reminds me of the child, the baby
crying on the inside
To be held and nurtured
in a loving embrace.

The sea, in its endless surfsong
sings words of love
And I,
I sit by the shore
Enveloped
in the tide of your love.



3


I dreamt you were here
But you were not
You had gone away
On the road to chaos
And left me waiting

But, I knew you loved me
So I could dream and wait
Knowing you would be back
Even if we never
Touched hands again

You see, you are part of me
I mingled with your blood,
Your soft breath
And rested my weary head
on your knees

You caressed my hair
And looked at me
And in that loving glance
I knew
We would always
be in love

So, though it may take time
We will survive
In hell, or heaven,
Our love cannot perish
Because I have mingled
With your blood
And you
have caressed my hair

In such loving
There is only eternity

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