i sense
tragedy
in my soul i know,
i know we were meant to be and yet
i'm so damn vacant and oblivious that
you would have never accepted it
(at least not for long)
time seems to drift away;
it's no longer of any concern,
why won't this leave me be...
leave
me
be
and
let me sit here,
so lonely and oh, so much further
from this world
than i have ever been before,
thinking only of you
you must have thought the worse
for my abandonment,
for my fallible nature and
for my ignorance;
i wonder if you can hear me
whisper
how so sorry i am
how could i have been so
uncaring in that last moment?
God, i'm stupid.
i'm stupid because
you were more of a gift to me
than i knew
and now i'm left wondering:
'do you echo my sentiments?'
as i think more, and more, and more;
deeper and deeper,
i wish so much
that i could utter to you,
through these tears,
how truly 'i still love you'
and how...
i will
till hell freezes over
and you're reawakened
'my eternal breath of heaven.'
tragedy
in my soul i know,
i know we were meant to be and yet
i'm so damn vacant and oblivious that
you would have never accepted it
(at least not for long)
time seems to drift away;
it's no longer of any concern,
why won't this leave me be...
leave
me
be
and
let me sit here,
so lonely and oh, so much further
from this world
than i have ever been before,
thinking only of you
you must have thought the worse
for my abandonment,
for my fallible nature and
for my ignorance;
i wonder if you can hear me
whisper
how so sorry i am
how could i have been so
uncaring in that last moment?
God, i'm stupid.
i'm stupid because
you were more of a gift to me
than i knew
and now i'm left wondering:
'do you echo my sentiments?'
as i think more, and more, and more;
deeper and deeper,
i wish so much
that i could utter to you,
through these tears,
how truly 'i still love you'
and how...
i will
till hell freezes over
and you're reawakened
'my eternal breath of heaven.'
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Legacy,
Poet
a flight throughout a comely dream
with one who held me once before
deep in reformative serenity
and drenched in love forevermore
guided high above the clouds
there by her light and unconfined
i only want to know the embrace
which brings the stars to perfectly align
then dance that beauty into a life
that burns its depth and never dies
how could i not sense by the way
she looks at me and softly sighs
that only fate could conjure this
and so i breathe a perfect vow
and whisper it deep within her soul
we'll meet again one day somehow
goodbye, goodbye she whispers true
with tears i smile and never dare
to utter hopelessness to her
i now hold her within a prayer
i'll always think of what she meant
and how we didn't have the time
to be together more often than not
my belovéd for whom the angel' chime
i want to know you as in
the depth of your soul
which you bleed so eloquently against
the lonely night.
i want to find the warmth
we'd make while making love:
while our bodies wed to bliss
and desire.
i often cry your name
while longing for your touch--
dear beautiful you,
my belovèd, my fire.
what wonder oh, how dainty and how true
the depth and feeling of your little song
what vivid composition through that view
which bled your soul from where true skill belongs
i've traced throughout your genius, my friend
and read, and read again your every rhyme
and love how you can paint the thoughts that blend
to triumph through your muse's life in time
it feels as though you've writ forever, see
the way you can evoke exquisiteness
with that you shine your gift to such degree
that Euterpe must have blessed you with a kiss
thus when this praise aligns within your sight
i hope that you can see how you inspire
and in your thoughts i take more than delight
for how you hail as queen of poet's fire
this sonnet is but second-rate when weighed
in contrast to your faithful serenade
Author Notes: This piece was originally writ for poetess whom I met on another site. Her abilities in the sonnet form is remarkable and I feel so very fortunate to call her my friend. I believe the heroic sonnet is the perfect form to express how much I respect her as a fellow sonneteer and how her inspiring her work is. This one's for you Joyce.
To find out more about her follow this link.
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