by sundialer 5 Replies latest jw friends
The death of love is the birth of life
And wings of freedom float
On blue green waves, with no flags flying,
No time to waste, just the expanse
Of life itself, uncontainable
As joy, timeless and fleeting.
The coins of fitful remembering
Burn in my pockets
And pull me under so sweetly,
But the wait is too much to keep
My gaze still upon the stars,
And so alone I sleep.
Sundialer,
Welcome to the forum. I enjoyed your poem.
Robyn
Edited by - robdar on 14 August 2002 13:51:59
SLEEPING ALONE SUCKS!
Welcome to the board!
Hopefully you won't have to sleep alone for too long!
"Love really doesn't die at all, it comes and settles in, then leaves. It only changes
Feelings move here and there, broken hearts and empty places.,,,It rearranges
Try to love the place where you are... do not diguise your pain with lies
'Let go', and breathe the air of this life in joy, and move about with sunlit eyes
The day will come when you are at peace with your soul and ready to soar
When you least expect it, ..surprise! Love will come knocking at your door."
This is an orginal by me, at this very moment. As I thought it, I wrote it. I guess that's prose as well. Anyway, I've always like to express myself this way. It is a release of sorts.
Karen
Thank you both for your beautiful poems. Sundialer, I hope one day you are able to resolve your feelings
Really moving poetry/prose. Thank you for sharing.
Libby
