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[aid] => mick
[title] => Untitled
[time] => 2004-06-25 16:56:38
[hometext] => Wote this poem after the loss of a very important relationship throught my own shortsightedness
[bodytext] => Gazing across the water wondering what lies beyond my vision... Trying to percieve not land nor sky but reaching past my horizon calling out for a heart... A plaintive cry muted by distance not only physical but emotional... Begging, screaming, pleading into the disappearing light... "Are you there??" Thoughts drifting as the tide recedes... My soul laid bare with every inch of beach exposed... The shrill call of a single passing gull echos my despair as he, too, futilely searches for his beloved... And as it is for the both of us He finds no reply. We shared this spot often, she and I, In the dark of night and light of day... But now the light brings no warmth and the darkness only covers me with a cloak of sorrow. My heart controls my mind and takes it on a journey though time... to when I was hers and she was mine. The smell of her hair the taste of her lips... Sights, sounds and feelings appear to me out of the mist. A gentle smile, a knowing touch... Her heart so pure, She loved so much. She tried to tell me, to provide me warning... I refused to heed and my result is mourning. I mourn her loss as this night grows cold... I mourn the loss of what was mine to hold. Her Love, her trust, her very being I've lost it all though my lack of seeing. Closed to her pleas, my mind was weaving it's own tapestry of self serving pity. Caught up in my pain I was blind to her tears and deaf to her words. My frustations transferred to the very person that alleviated those feelings... Harsh words, brooding silences all inflicted on a heart that held no responsibilty. She was a teacher sent to me in my time of need to reawaken my heart and to restore my faith in Love. But I have forsaken her... taken her lessons and crushed them under the heel of my imagined turmoil. Could I have been that blind... that deaf...that callous? It matters not what was in my heart, only what she felt from it. What I am, what I need, what I feel... All so different from what I projected. She raised my spirits, gave me hope... Showed me Love But I couldn't see what my internal misery was doing to her. Darkness falls... points of light appear on the hills around me. None of them shining quite as bright as the sparkle in her eyes or the radiance of her smile. And still I stand looking into the distance... My heart calling into the night... "Are you there?' "I have learned...I understand..." My only answer comes as the breeze laps gentle waves upon the shore... Each ripple speaking volumes of what once was but is no more. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 22 [informant] => ka4ist [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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