Post by contention on Nov 8, 2005 15:35:28 GMT -5
I dedicate this poem to a very dear friend. For when they are gone, my heart aches to be with them. It's a feeling that I've never felt before, something that feels worse than death. I just hate leaving when the day is done, and through the night I worry and mourn for them. (thats where that line is composed of) They may not understand, nor know. Also the lines about a willow and me the grave are hard for me to even comprehend. They are in their own way just there, but in a sense I meant it like this. You are above me and I am below you, and when I die, your roots (hands) would reach to me. And I also in the last lines end by saying, I'd love them forever, even after I could breath no more.
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Crops of rain could welt my robes,
And seep to skin, from where they chew.
To send cold shivers down thy bones,
And such is life, without you.
Knives could crawl upon my neck,
And with their teeth pose a fight;
To take much harder than a peck,
When you draw out of sight.
No amount of pain could suffice,
To the lonely strike I feel at night.
When your toes have tipped away,
My mouth forms folly of what to say.
Death itself could not compare,
To this feeling of despair;
A day without is another task,
To be with you of, of God I ask.
Why oh why, must this sun set;
To take away, your heart holding net?
Such guilt of worry without warning,
As inside my soul is surely mourning.
Do you feel the way I do,
Of these emotions that we choose?
Never may I ask to leave,
Of this parting, that makes me grieve.
Flames like burning at my veins,
Pumping as if never the same.
Thrashing around within thy cage
Crazed up in all but fury’s rage.
You are but thy willow,
And I will be the grave.
When my head has stroked the pillow,
Your arms would reach to save.
Maybe then, this hurt shall cease,
When sickle pulls for flesh;
But till that day I’ll never leave,
And love you at loss of breath.
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Crops of rain could welt my robes,
And seep to skin, from where they chew.
To send cold shivers down thy bones,
And such is life, without you.
Knives could crawl upon my neck,
And with their teeth pose a fight;
To take much harder than a peck,
When you draw out of sight.
No amount of pain could suffice,
To the lonely strike I feel at night.
When your toes have tipped away,
My mouth forms folly of what to say.
Death itself could not compare,
To this feeling of despair;
A day without is another task,
To be with you of, of God I ask.
Why oh why, must this sun set;
To take away, your heart holding net?
Such guilt of worry without warning,
As inside my soul is surely mourning.
Do you feel the way I do,
Of these emotions that we choose?
Never may I ask to leave,
Of this parting, that makes me grieve.
Flames like burning at my veins,
Pumping as if never the same.
Thrashing around within thy cage
Crazed up in all but fury’s rage.
You are but thy willow,
And I will be the grave.
When my head has stroked the pillow,
Your arms would reach to save.
Maybe then, this hurt shall cease,
When sickle pulls for flesh;
But till that day I’ll never leave,
And love you at loss of breath.