A poem about unrequited love... |
Funny Things By Sandra Parker April 1987 He is like a moonbeam beautiful to see, shining on to Heaven shining on to me. The funny thing with moonbeams is that they are too much. They are beautiful to look at, but far away to touch. His eyes are like the ocean shades of blue and shades of green. Sometimes they are intense, sometimes calm and serene. The funny thing with oceans is that they never stay. They meet you on a sandy shore and immediately pull away. I'd love to feel his warmth as he takes me in his arms. I'd feel secure and loved enraptured by his charms. The funny thing with loving is that you must get close. He is a bright point of light, and I only a ghost. If only I had the courage to tell him how I feel. Would he love me or reject me? To him would I be real? The funny thing with telling is that I am too shy. My tongue gets much too thick each time he passes by. To most he is but a man disheveled and aloof. He annoys them with his humor to them he is a goof- -but to me he is an angel who flies on gossamer wings. a beautiful creation of God who abounds in funny things. I wrote this poem a good 20 years ago. It was written about a man who I worked with that I had a crush on. He was too old for me yet I still fancied him. I don't think he ever knew how I felt. One night in my lonely dark apartment, while drowning in self pity I churned this out. |