As If...

As if standing in the pelting rain
Would wash away the pain of life,
And the moaning thunder and pops of light
Could change emotions too raw to fight,
His tears dropped so fast,
His heart so quiet,
His life ever sad,
He sighed and stood
Alone.

Nothing stated, and nothing heard
Can shake the visions of the perfect dream,
Flecked with gold drawn deep from
Dawn's and Sunsets and finches wild,
Perhaps like a color of tomorrow
Never seen before, never touched before,
Never painted on a canvas
Dappled in darkness
And shared not once.

Eyes moistened with azure and amber,
His smile still smiles, yet within, he whimpers
And limps ever carefully into places
Never traveled nor seen outside
The windowless world he walks upon.
Never a field could grow such sadness
That shields his heart from love,
As he cries through his softest smile.





Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2009-03-29 at 03:02

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
The opening & ending
lines are so powerful
and they compel strong
imagery and feelings of sadness.

~L.~
2009-06-16


Purple Phoenix
You paint such a picture of sadness here, great imagery. I'm still limping myself, but smiling also. :-)
2009-04-14