A poem about a love that isn't always expressed |
The door opens in slow motion Or have you stopped my mind in freeze-frame? Am I seeing things properly? I need to focus closely through the clamour That races through the images that cause so much distraction For, within these pictures of perfection There is a heavenly glow that stops in the frame. Is that you that I see in an aura of purity? You are an unbelievable vision that floats there in space Like a child away from home for the first time I am in awe of those creatures That are just outside of my grasp Like a sign telling me to keep off the grass You just step through the cracks in my mind Setting in motion an avalanche of emotion And these feelings are unbearable. How is it that you can do that to me? How do you bring about a day dream? That never ends for long enough to really experience, for even though I want to look up to the clouds It ends in a sense of longing. My lids are shut and I answer to the blackness My eyes close and all I can see Is you. You walk to me as if you bring me comfort. But within that little smile I am encapsulated with the depth of you And I find myself hiding within That dimple that I melt deep into Trapped as in the abyss and can’t get out I can no longer stand in your presence My legs no longer work as they should Because I am enslaved by your beauty As it traps me in the distortions that you create within me. Is there really no going back? Letting the night take over from the day. Passing from each closed gateway Dragging my feet to the next closed window Where can I go from here? For the years unfold before me And I can’t imagine a life without A faint vision that memory holds Deep within an endless void That can’t even capture the day to day Signs of life within the stagnant pools That lust evolves through. Gathering the moments that I saw you Through out the day there claims to be A million more visions that I can trace It can be equivalent to that day When you made the Earth stand still And flew into your arms Remember that? It seems that that it may have never happened But I am sure that there is truth Within the words that hold dear And the venom of my own horrid thoughts. You stood within the door way Holding up the pedestal that I later Placed you on. Your porcelain skin shimmers Hints of colour dance through the night Like the oil paint glazed Fired on you like The billion upon billions of star That light up my heart Burning through the cloudy sky That holds me back Against a veil Am I blinded by the stage show? Can I truly see through the wrap? That covers what lies beneath the facade? There is a dazzling that holds my heart Gently, in soft glowing hands That warms me and lets My blood race around my body. Christ, I can’t understand what is happening To me. Stop this torture that entangles me In love that gravitates beyond these floors. |