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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Untitled...
[time] => 2003-05-29 15:05:00
[hometext] => Remembering... Definately my past... [bodytext] => She sat torn there in the meadow,staring at the hand That held the pen,that spoke her heart,for a distant man It seemed to her so sad,that her hand be empty now She thought to pen her sadness,but didn't know quite how A glimpse of him in mind,brought the lonely tears Screams within her echoed,and only she could hear In a shameless downpour,she felt them warm upon her face They trailed down her cheeks,same old stains retraced Long ago she'd sat here,with a pretty ribbon in her hair Aglow with tender feelings,on summers jasmine air Her heart had skipped the beats,a new dance had begun Her smiles warm and hopeful,for could this be the one? He was of such a gentle nature,refined in all his ways Words that graced her very soul,her breath he stole away Verses came like flowers,delivered upon loves wings Her every day was so alive,for all the happiness he'd bring She loved him without thought,without care she gave her all And to this wonderful man,she let her cloak of distrust fall To him she offered her soul,beckoned soft with loving whispers She would blush,fall more in love,with his everyday sweet kisses One morn' as she awoken,and as usual from beautiful dreams Soft sunlight sprayed across her bed, stillness so serene She thought how he would love it,her sunny mountain place While lying nestled to her breast,her hand to stroke his face Yet as she stood before the window,and looked up to the sky Something deep inside her dropped,and tempted her to cry She searched the far horizon,and waited so patiently For just a sign,a flicker of hope that all was right with he No shifting sands nor moonlit tides,could take her from the depths Of where she had awoken,to find all her dreams shipwrecked Broken and despondant,she wandered up and down the shore Waiting for a whispering breeze,to bring his words once more Yet time would drift and leave her there,days turned into months No more did she hear from him,though she saw him sailing once Reaching deep inside,she tried to conjure up her strength But before her voice could call his name,his shadow came and left Staring after his departure,to where his body had just been She hurt for all the knowing that her heart had gone unseen Looking all about her,wondering where her hurt could go and hide She noticed scribbling in the sand,that caught the tears she cried "" Your Name... The rain was now a gentle mist and suddenly I could not resist so in the steam...upon the pane I closed my eyes and wrote your name "" She held her breath for but a moment,as she stumbled with the pain Gathering words within cupped hands,she held the sandy grain Knowing as she knelt forlorn ,before the coming of the rain Her heart would die a thousands deaths till nothing would remain For though the words are pretty, and paint her tattered soul They can't replace real feelings,therefore the truth's not whole On the tides of which he sailed,her feelings will always ride Yet nothing will ever take away the pain she felt inside He held her in her happiness,showered her with sweet devotion..... Then left her to face the sadness alone,as he run from his emotions Poem "Your Name"... Clayton E. Crowley ©2003 All rights reserved [comments] => 4 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 22 [informant] => lovingwhispers [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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