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About This Poem
I've Got To Go
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
the reasons why you’ll never know,
whisked away in winter winds, your sleeping sighs remind me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me
Well, I’ve often made my way
within the dark before the day,
but it’s never that I’ve ever felt so lonely.
So I leave this parting note,
the first farewell I ever wrote,
though my tears embody more than farewell only
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
’n what I’ll find you’ll never know,
cloaked in clouds of untamed clover, tussled hair reminds me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me
Well, I’ve lain with you too long
and my love is growing strong
with your every need perceived, though never spoken.
’n as I try ’n disengage,
I’m like a tiger in a cage,
hesitating ’fore a padlock hanging broken
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
across a bridge you’ll never know,
behind abandoned burning hills, your yearning lips remind me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me
Should you wake and shed a tear
finding me no longer here,
save your weeping for another, not so ghostly.
If you span the spangled sky,
as you ache when asking why,
realize ’twas you I really wanted mostly
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
laying cards you’ll never know,
tempting fate beneath the stars, your diamond eyes remind me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me
Shun the shadows in the late,
disappearing through your gate,
aghast and groping through their early morning sorrows –
like the echoes of my thought,
flitting, fleeting, overwrought,
as reflected in the pearls of vague tomorrows
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
and what I’ll see you’ll never know,
pursuing pebbles on a beach, your freckled nose reminds me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me
Should you glimpse a troubled form
within a restless ruby storm,
turn your collar to the wind and never try to follow.
For by then it’s much too late,
and the distance far too great
and you’d only find the feathers of a swallow
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
along a road you’ll never know,
roaming half-forbidden paths, your slender back reminds me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me
Should you yearn once more to tease,
cast your breath upon the breeze
’n let the whispered winds of yesterday caress me.
And I’ll still recall the time,
(when our love was in its prime)
I relied upon your laughter to possess me
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
’n it’s so hard you’ll never know,
entwined in twirls of fortunes wheel, embracing arms remind me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me
Sipping pearls of purple wine
when I was yours and you were mine,
except these haunting hints, there’ll be no spectres chasing.
’n when the flashbacks run acute
I’ll stroke the strings upon my lute
’n lull away the ancient ghosts, still standing, facing.
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
and what I’ll hear you’ll never know,
as I chase a thousand drums, your throbbing breasts remind me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me
Well the candles at my side
have now melted down and died,
though their fire blazes on within the mirror.
And the clock behind the door
’s started pulsing with a roar,
as the moment when I part approaches nearer
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
along a shore you’ll never know,
swallowed deep in distant tides, your restless thighs remind me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me
But I’ll take along the ring
you once carved for me in spring,
though it ventured as an orphan on my finger.
Now I’ll hang it from my neck
while I tramp my lonely trek,
as a keepsake of my passion, while it lingers
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
and what I’ll see you’ll never know,
immersed in fields of flowers wild, your amber eyes remind me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close behind me
So I kiss your sleeping eyes
and I mount the blushing skies
as I bid farewell, adieu, in morning’s splendour.
And I’ll fade within the haze,
immured in miles of my own maze
as I wander, breaking chains of love’s surrender
I’m on my way, I’ve got to go,
and when I ache you’ll never know,
erasing passions of the past and shadows that remind me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
till the phantoms start a’ fading far behind me
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