Life is a Dusty Desert...: Your tears.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Your tears.

It seems lately when I see you, your eyes retrace the past and come back with tears
Of something that sadly, passed too quick or of a mistaken chance
Of sorrow for a misdeed or of golden moments falling away like shimmering raindrops
Of the tenuousness of a stressed-out day
or the tenderness of the sweetest most innocent embrace
Life has passed us quickly I can't say I know what's ahead or that it will be easy
But I can say this, I'm not scared of the future as long as you'll be somewhere in it
Close enough that just your face can bring hope to a broken spirit
or relief from the struggles and pains of doubt
I'm not scared because of this moment right here
This moment when I look into your eyes and see everything
This moment when I can hold you tight and fly.

1 comment:

AnonymousAugust 19, 2011 at 12:32 PM
Poetry that doesn't rhyme. <3
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My Dusty Desert

Every dune seems to climb higher and higher. The sun gets brighter and brighter. The sand gets hotter and hotter. I stumble down the pillar of sand to find that I would just fall to the ground anyway. As time passes and my nap ends I hear the song. I hear the beautiful sound that breaks my heart and expands my soul and causes my mouth to fall open. It's no where near me but I can hear it. That's what matters. I climb to my feet. First a crawl then a walk then a run. By the end I am frolicking up and down the wave sand mountains towards the beautiful music only to find nothing. The fleeting song tries to leave my mind but jam my finger in my ear to keep it in. Sure I found my way to an oasis. To shelter and eventually out of the desert, but that song, that wonderful song is still in that desert asking for an ear to hear it cry out in sweet melodic joy.