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Elena Moscatt Poem
Last night I saw you in my dream.
A man so strong and true.
You did not have a face.
But I knew it was you.
There was something about your presence,
A feeling of enduring love.
Something about how close you felt.
I knew you were the perfect one.
When will we finally meet, my love.
When will it finally be true?
I know the time is coming close,
when I finally be one with you...
By Elena Moscatt
1/27/2008
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Elena Moscatt Poem
The White Rabbit Search
Dedicated to Alice...
She wanders through life
Searching for a white rabbit.
Asking every stranger
She happens to pass.
But no one has seen it-
They don't have time to look
For white rabbits anymore.
She travels on
To different countries,
Still asking the same question,
"Has anyone seen
A white rabbit hop by?"
No one knows.
They don't really care.
Then one day she returns home
To find a carrot
On the other side of the mirror.
"Dear me. I can not seem to reach it,"
She pouts, "My hand can not go through glass."
So she tosses her fist
As hard as she can,
And shatters the mirror to pieces.
The carrot disappears, and
She now has seven years bad luck.
"Still," She sighs, "I'd rather
Have bad luck, and find my rabbit,
Then no luck at finding my rabbit at all."
And her search continues.
One night she dreams she saw him hop by
As she was walking her children to school.
The next night she dreams,
He hopped over her grave.
And the next night she dreams...
He was GOD.
No one really knows
If she found her white rabbit.
But they say she is very happy
Living in some burrow on the hill,
With three fuzzy children
That keep her hopping around the house.
1/15/1984
By Elena Moscatt
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Elena Moscatt Poem
Mr. Harvard
He stood there
With wide open eyes.
Mr. Harvard,
King of the skies.
We fell in love
And created hell.
All the games we played.
All the times we'd yell.
But none of them know-
Note Yale, Princeton, or Brown.
About our secret affair-
Our night on the town.
No. None will ever know
How we really feel.
Our secret is ours.
Our love is real.
It cries when it's hurt.
It laughs when it's happy.
With wide open eyes..
It looks like its' ... Daddy.
(c) 9/7/84
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Elena Moscatt Poem
I've searched for days,
I've searched for years.
And still you're no where near...
I thought I've spotted you a few times,
in a slow wink, or in a hot sweaty car.
But he turned out to be Mr. wrong,
He turned out to be singing
a completely different song...
So I will live- and do the things I love to do.
And hopefully soon- you'll do them too.
And maybe somehow we'll meet-
doing the same things at the same time-
But I will no longer go out of my way..
It's always a waste of time-
searching for something that exists
only in ones mind...
Mr. Right, and Mr. Wrong...
I'm gonna sing my own song- and maybe oneday...
you'll sing along...
By Elena Moscatt
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Elena Moscatt Poem
Two stranded people...
In the midst of the city
... Waiting.
Two lonely people...
Stranded in the midst of the city
... Waiting.
Two missing people...
Waiting in the midst of the city
... Stranded.
Two people waiting...
In the midst of the lonely city.
... Stranded.
Two lonely people...
Waiting in the stranded city
... Missing ... Each other?
(c) 5/15/83
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Elena Moscatt Poem
I LISTEN as your music
Sings in my ears.
My heart beats too fast
As my hopes turn to fears.
She seems to fulfill
All your dreams.
She seems to fulfill
All your needs.
The sad thing is
You never asked me
For a thing.
You never even gave
Me a chance to try.
And now i want to
Lay down and cry.
And say goodbye.
I wish I could stop trying
To predict your next move.
I wish I could stop
Thinking about you.
I wish I could just
Walk away.
And let her take my place.
You deserve her, and all her
Childish ways.
You don't deserve the woman
I've grown to be.
She'll never be the same as me.
Maybe you simply need less.
You'll never see the sides of me
I've kept hidden.
Though you'll be trapped by
The sides of her she hides.
And some day you'll be looking
At me in your cozy little cage
Wondering why you didn't
Push for the best.
Or at least give me
Half a chance.. at least a try...
So now all I can say is
Good bye.
And walk away proudly...
For at least I TRIED...
By Elena Moscatt
4/27/07
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Elena Moscatt Poem
Dedicated to those that believe In someday...
Someday..
Someday..
You're come back to me.
Someday..
You'll finally see.
How true..
Our LOVE was meant to be.
How much..
YOU really feel for me.
Someday..
Our love will finally shine.
Someday..
I can finally
Call you mine.
Some how..
You'll make the time.
To HEAR
MY WORDS I'm whispering
in your ear.
That someday
You'll be knocking on my door.
To tell me
That you love me forever more..
Someday..
You'll finally know.
How much
I really love you so..
Someday..
You'll come back to me.
Somehow..
You'll finally believe.
That OUR LOVE
WAS always MEANT TO BE...
Someday.. my LOVE
SOON...
By ELENA Moscatt
2/20/08
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Elena Moscatt Poem
I'm hopelessly in love,
I'm hopelessly lost,
In the glance of your eyes,
In reaching to your soul.
I need you so much.
I yearn for your touch.
Every waking moment,
Every moment in my dreams.
I'm so hopelessly in love.
I can't get enough
Of Your existence.
Of the smell of your skin.
I yearn for those moments
When our eyes meet,
And we finally understand
Where we belong.
Where we finally feel
Like the journey has
Taken us home.
When will you see
What I see?
Will your journey
Bring you back to me?
By Elena Moscatt
1/27/08
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Elena Moscatt Poem
Be true to your dreams, Dear ol' friend
And all will be worth repeating in history.
Love takes on so many shapes, and only
The truth will shine in the end.
I give you my heart,
My soul, and my essence. For you are the
Only spirit I need.
Run with the light, and the beating heart, and
Eternally she will give what you need
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Elena Moscatt Poem
Tommy
It's late at night
Before the sun rises.
And I know you're home
Safe and sound.
I think about you,
Dream about you,
Whenever you're away.
For it is your heart's love
I hope I have found.
Before we met-
I knew no other
With such intensity,
Such a soul.
But now that I know you,
Now that we've met,
I know that I'm not alone
In this world so dark and cold.
Your smile
Brings me pure joy.
Your arms
Give me strength.
You're that perfect combination
Of man and boy.
Before you
I was never truly in love.
It was always just
Infatuation
With nameless faces
And empty hearts.
But now I know
What it means
When one says
one's "In Love"
For all I have to do
Is look into your eyes..
And see LOVE
Looking back at me.
Thank you, Tommy... Love, Elena
(c)1995
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