El Wiseguy
07-11-2006, 02:23 AM
This is a poem about someone I met. There are too many complications for us to be together; distance, time, and previous emotional trauma. Yet, we've had a few beautiful moments which can be summed into a few sweet lines.
Cold
In these times we're so alone,
things are bleak, cold as stone.
The warmth of friends needed here,
I'll be here to wipe your tears
I am really not too far away,
to feel your heart, to stay your pain.
Just reach out and I will too
and in the middle I'll comfort you.
Please do not have too much fear,
the pain is real but I am here.
I've felt this once, once before,
the pain came crashing through my door.
The cold, the dark, the loneliness.
The wind, it breaks against my chest.
The water drops, trying to sooth.
I stand there still with all to lose.
I reached out and felt your hand,
cold it was and coarse like sand.
My heart reached out, I felt a touch.
A warmth began, desired so much.
All around was cold and bleak,
both of us so tired and weak.
Finally gone the feelings, sad.
You and I feel for what we had.
Your skin now smooth as was before,
comforting me at this door.
I feel your heart so close to mine,
yet distance seperates and so does time.
As our hands hold so very tight,
I see your face lose all it's fright.
Softness returns to you once more
as we both walk through this door.
Gone now, the cold that once was here.
Guided now by love, not fear.
Shutting now the door behind,
the past is lost in sands of time.
A gentleness felt by our tender motion,
a blessed future with sweet emotion.
I dried your tear, but just once more.
At the touch my heart did soar.
Now alone and yet together found,
we find our hands still closely bound.
Ending here with an undying embrace,
so closely now I can see your face.
I have to go, but just once more.
I promise I'll be back through this door.
I'll clasp your hand as you reach out.
I'll be here, you'll need no doubt.
--Brian
3:34 PM 12/1/2004
Cold
In these times we're so alone,
things are bleak, cold as stone.
The warmth of friends needed here,
I'll be here to wipe your tears
I am really not too far away,
to feel your heart, to stay your pain.
Just reach out and I will too
and in the middle I'll comfort you.
Please do not have too much fear,
the pain is real but I am here.
I've felt this once, once before,
the pain came crashing through my door.
The cold, the dark, the loneliness.
The wind, it breaks against my chest.
The water drops, trying to sooth.
I stand there still with all to lose.
I reached out and felt your hand,
cold it was and coarse like sand.
My heart reached out, I felt a touch.
A warmth began, desired so much.
All around was cold and bleak,
both of us so tired and weak.
Finally gone the feelings, sad.
You and I feel for what we had.
Your skin now smooth as was before,
comforting me at this door.
I feel your heart so close to mine,
yet distance seperates and so does time.
As our hands hold so very tight,
I see your face lose all it's fright.
Softness returns to you once more
as we both walk through this door.
Gone now, the cold that once was here.
Guided now by love, not fear.
Shutting now the door behind,
the past is lost in sands of time.
A gentleness felt by our tender motion,
a blessed future with sweet emotion.
I dried your tear, but just once more.
At the touch my heart did soar.
Now alone and yet together found,
we find our hands still closely bound.
Ending here with an undying embrace,
so closely now I can see your face.
I have to go, but just once more.
I promise I'll be back through this door.
I'll clasp your hand as you reach out.
I'll be here, you'll need no doubt.
--Brian
3:34 PM 12/1/2004