Cure
Drifting among draft of my cold night, I yearn flight, travel forgotten, not a soul in sight. Journey up a creek alongside spotted trout, seek inner portions born without. Illusive visions deceived to see, shadows tease to a frightening degree. Memories of past harness sadness inside, future telling tales of horror to come far and wide. I'm all alone, so it's all right to cry, for a world dying before my eyes. For life of all, pain I wish to endure, alone with just myself, and Mother nature. To the Lord I plea, who's out there for me, to break me free, of pain everlasting? A head up, yet mourning immense, a figure near me breaks my cold silence. Quickly death inside ceases at the sight, at the dawn, I make haste before she may take flight. She is speckled with the sun's warm light, jumping about her body with delight. Past promise reflects through her eyes, as she calms my unheard cries. From the darkness, from behind the door, I reach for the face I have seen before. There before me, warmly staring, insights of heaven in her eyes, truly caring. Events disappearing that once caused stress, our lack of words mend my loneliness. Yearning to approach her and throw attention to me, I am held by a grip to my throat clutching fearfully. The fist locks my feelings for her down, and masks my sadness without a frown. Just left to wonder what my life would have been, if I would have said hi back then, instead of choosing to hide, once again... The vision I've seen, she's out there for me, to break me free, of pain everlasting. I travel for all but me, walking forever empty. Searching for the lost piece torn from me, like an entity I can feel but cannot see. Near, yet seeming as it can be, as far as the stars above me. I regret and wonder if she was the key, to unlock the chain of pain to free me. I am hers forever, but I kept my distance, and forced down my heart's persistence. But now, I'm begging, not to leave me again... Like my dawn turned to night, she faded out of sight. A lifetime cure, I already love her... (c) Joe Ulisses Written June 23rd, 2001 © on Feb 05 2002 02:32 PM PST 20 • 0 • 8
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"Drifting among draft of my cold night, I yearn flight,..."