A poem dedicated to the one I love. |
Sometimes I sit alone, thinking quietly to myself I stare at the journal, empty pages before me And during this moment, every lonely midnight I close my eyes, letting memories flood my mind Darkness clouds my mentality, almost like in a dream Single silhouettes forming from shadow's depths One standing out above all the rest that fade Features sharpening, refusing to hide behind a blur Deep brown eyes that see right through my soul Vaguely familiar, the reflection of me I see Outline camouflaging, as fragments build together Recognition finally grasping the love in me I open my eyes, momentarily within reality's clutch The dim light revealing the lined pages still unfilled The thinking, wondering, and visions now ceased For I've found the words I wish to voice, to speak Thoughts fill the pages, never once do I stall My reason for living pictured perfectly clear Only now do I stop, the pages under completion Only now do I close this diary of my impression Closing my eyes again, the night apparently clear My words, my thoughts, consume my mind once more The expression, “I love you…”, lingers on my lips Words linger in my head, the entire diary of you |