Tuesday, 26 April 2016

Whispers

Whispers... 

I thought you said you loved me, but it was whispers on the wind ... 
And sometimes when it's late at night, I hear those words again. 
And when the rain is falling, so softly as a mist ... 
I hear a sound that whispers, a sound just like a kiss. 
When the moon is shining full, and it shows me where to walk... 
I hear the wind flow through the trees, I remember how we talked. 
With faces close, and hands held tight, no words were needed then ... 
Between our hearts, our love would pass, like whispers on the wind. 
I thought I felt you love me, like it would never end.

Thursday, 7 April 2016

WHILE YOU ARE AWAY

I can't be with you today
but if you close your eyes and think;
I'll be beside you in the kitchen
wearing your shirt - standing by the sink.
I'll be with you in the bedroom
waiting quietly on your bed;
Just close your eyes and think of me,
relive those memories in your head.
I'll stand by you in the bathroom,
an unlikely place to meet;
I'll smile at you so playfully
as I let you brush my teeth.
I'll be your light in the darkness,
shining steady through and through;
You only have to watch it glow
to know I think of you.
I'll be the music that you listen to,
I'll be there in every song:
I'll laugh with you and sing with you,
and comfort you when your day's gone wrong.
I'll be the wind that ruffles your hair,
I'll be that warm embrace;
I'll be the hand on your shoulder,
I'll be the tender touch on your face.
I'll be the clock gently ticking,
reminding you of the times;
We've shut the rest of the world outside
we're in our own world - yours and mine.
I'll be the moon as it dances
on the water cold and still;
For I have loved you always
and I know I always will.
Though you may not see me physically
as you live your life today;
Just close your eyes and think of me
I will not be far away.

Tuesday, 5 April 2016

Wild Rose

The wind is quiet, wearily quiet this evening,

(and they say that winds do not age)
and I,
I am fondling the wild rose
with the inexplicable hope
that I shall find your tear on its petal.
Since you have gone, many a night has lost its brilliance,
and they tiredly walk my dark paths,
as if they grew old too,
just like our memories.
Those wonderful young nights
- in which we used to look at turquoise nets
woven by singing crickets during silky nights �
now they became completely tired and dark,
and they aimlessly wander my dark paths.
The wild rose's petals have long since stopped dancing,
because the wind no longer touches them.
They say that winds do not age,
perhaps not the desert winds,
but the cemetery winds certainly age and die
along with people and flowers.
It is so quiet and dark
in nights without you.
Everything died inside me
apart from the hope
that I shall see your tear on the trembling face of the wild rose,
the same tear
that was conceived in your dear, warm eyes
when I first kissed you.
How the night shone, how the wind was singing youthfully,
and the rose pensively sighed
when your tear slid onto it.
But now, everything is so quiet and dark,
and that wild rose
you used to fondle during storms,
like a lost child,
is perfectly quiet now,
perfectly abandoned.
Our wonderful young nights
grew old amidst our aimless wanderings,
just like I did.
The wind is so quiet this evening, so tiredly weak,
it pushes the night along my dark paths like a tired old man,
and I,
I am courting death like an aged old man,
because I know the end is near,
that our young nights shall become older with each new day,
and that your wild rose shall fade and completely disappear.
 

Saturday, 2 April 2016

Where Are You Hiding ?

Where are you hiding my dearest,
Is this the end of a beautiful song?
I have searched for you in the valley
and the hillocks that lie beyond.

I have prayed by the tidal waters,
I've scanned the heath and the moor,
but the man of my dreams is missing,
O come ye back ~ I do implore.

Thou art the dear one I hope will be
turning the key to love's allure,
but my body is tired and weary now,
I can search the byways no more.

Where are you hiding my dearest,
Is this the end of a beautiful song? 

Thursday, 31 March 2016

When You're In Love

When you're in love,
it's like springtime,
when you're in love
the birds sing...
when you're in love
it is ring time
in your mind
love is everything.
When you're in love
it is waltztime,
dancing on air in the blue,
and it's a wonderful day
when you are going away
on a honeymoon cruise
just for two.

Wednesday, 30 March 2016

WHEN WE KISS

Do you like the way that we kiss?
The fullness of my pastel pink lips
The soft texture created with the help of chapstick
The pause of anticipated excitement
when our eyes lock and time skips
The closeness of intimate contact
The public display
The aftershocks of being kissed this way
The foreplay
The unscripted synchrony in which our heads turn
The slight touching of tongues
Our chests pressed together
feeling the inhale and exhale of expanding lungs
The sense of soul seduction
The blood rushing
The teasing
The trust involved in lip phuckin
The sounds made as I capture
your bottom lip for gentle sucking
So...do you like the way that we kiss
or shall we try this again?
Comparing notes of oral pleasures
for kissing never felt this good.

Monday, 28 March 2016

WHEN THE GAZE OF MY EYES MEETS YOURS

When the gaze of my eyes meets yours,
My heart starts bleeding and my eyes start weeping,
For in it I see an emptiness,
Only a reflection of me look at you,
When the gaze of my eyes meet yours,
The pains and sorrows of the world I feel,
Like a mother losing a child would,
I feel it when I look at you,
When the gaze of my eyes meets yours,
I let myself go into the memories of the past,
I cloud the reality of my life,
And live that moment as we were before,
When the gaze of my eyes meets yours,
I feel both joy and sorrow,
Both the past and the present,
And yet tomorrow is what I have,
When the gaze of my eyes meets yours,
I see a day in life where you�ll be mine again,
Where the memories of the past no longer brings pain,
But the joys for the love that forever remained.

Friday, 25 March 2016

When I sleep

When the dawn turns to dusk,
My world suddenly feels right all over again,
For I know when I close my eyes,
You�ll be there next to me,
I could fall a million times and you would be there to lift me up,
I could cry the sorrows of my life,
And you would comfort me,
I could laugh and you�d be sharing my joy,
I could do all I wanted to do with you and you�ll be there,
And these are the times I treasure so much,
For the world will rejoice again at the break of a new day,
And you have left me, no longer there,
I would awake in tears for in my arms you no longer are,
And till the night comes again, would I see you,
Where the love of my life returns.
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