Long distance relationships are very difficult


Distant

Loneliness grips my darkened heart,
the grey-filled sky hides no pain.
on my own i sit, full of regret of a forgotten memory.
distant words of a distant past,
echoing through nothingness.
whispers only of a "babbling brook",
telling distant tails of a life i could never know.
shadows of black,
force sounds of suffering,
remembering that which i have forgotten.
and through it all i have nothing,
but the regret,
both life giver and taker.
distant words of a distant past,
sounds of only nothing.
wishes of forgoteness,
unhidden by the rolling blades of grass.
darkened skies are of a beauty i see,
as no-one else can see them.
as no-one else can know them,
as no-one else can know me.

with my eyes open as always before,
a new light draws my stance to change.
a pulling, guiding force,
calling my smile to rise above myself.
the clouds open to reveal beauty,
a voice of angelic winds.
calling to her with all my strength,
hoping to feel her warmth.
life comes again, after so long, to the trees,
branches wave to the rhythm of the voice.
grass making love with the air,
laughter rings from shadow become light.
regrets gone from all knowledge,
no cares of forgotteness behind.
she bays down from on high,
kisses the air as she glides.
her glance stops me in my tracks,
frozen, warm, shaken i breathe in desire.
bright figure plunges into my chest,
to cut away cancerus infection in my heart.
take away the pain and disease,
go then to return with morning's light,
to treat my blackened wound after the dark recedes.
left at night to hear,
distant words of a distant past once again.
my wishes given no heed,
for desires past of distance to bridge.
to stay to hold my hand in darkened night,
is all i ask of that angelic voice.
but beyond all strength i can muster,
the distance to her is too great to breech.

the final chapter of this heart felt tale,
is not all of mine to tell to you.
your decision is of the end part,
fill it as your mind can will.
bring the voice to the begging man,
his desire is for no other than angels,
fiery, powerful, distinct to touch the heart so cold.



Poetry by Razel Davies
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Written on 2006-03-15 at 22:24

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