Old poem, for review. |
In a forest green within a clearing stands a small simple cabin occupied by a man he, not alone but with nature it seems to be at peace at last no worries no past.... To wander the fields and watch the sky to see the green of the valley the splendor of the eagles in flight Alone at night with his thoughts and dreams he sleeps in bliss his fear unseen no eyes can grasp no mind conceive That which claws at his soul his heart to redeem He dreams of things he will never see and longs for love that will set him free but the days turn to years and his hair turns gray and his longing turns to aching and he is still how he stayed to be alone is to kill the pain to confide in ones thoughts to marvel at the rain in solitude he resides no human to touch he won't have to wait for the pain to subside. To be wanted and feel the need to be needed and feel the heat of a love unmentioned and desire unsaid his heart pounds faster to match the aching in his head In his dreams its clear and her face is revealed the dark brown eyes full of life, He can feel the soft curve of her chin to the tip of her nose and a smile ohhh the smile like a light unveiled.... Like the breeze of the field the haze of a morn His love for this woman each night is reborn and each morning he steadies himself for the dream is a just that no reason to believe it will ever be exactly as he feels, or see's, or dream so as his coffee grows cold and his heart grows old he sits and watches as the birds fly by and thinks, Time and tide, Time and tide quite comes and days grow long and time untold carries on and one day he is found alone in the tomb crafted by his own hand and they marvel at his strength and how he survived on his own and no one shed a tear for a life unfulfilled, a heart unknown he was laid to rest, so long ago and his memories were forgotten and his empty heart found a home and they marveled at his strength and how he survived on his own |