Human Mine

Saw it in your eyes, and your pale façade, 
the laughter that turned to silence
still left you smiling. 

As I listen, you speak my name..
humanity turned back hands, 
on a broken clock.
Yet, knew you'd be okay, and
remembered too..
how you loved the summer rain.

Those cattail days, so inviting
a duel of two worlds, and universes colliding
sometimes- 
time is such an unexplainable concept 
an illusion.

You stand strong as Atlas, tho' twice as lonely,
I'll hold you twice my equal, if there's a need..
though I abashed at your beauty
wished half a moonlit shadow all for me.    

 Oh my dearest, dear one 
French horns peeled their agree 
as tree in winter, frozen dawn in dew 
hours steeped in September's finest
misery.
    
Stray away from the past 
and the skies you fly in, 
pack your bags, wondering if it's your last
pray tell, what's more human than that?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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M  Avatar
September 16, 2023 at 8:21 PM
Just beautiful Richard! Debx
Baker Avatar
September 6, 2023 at 4:50 PM
Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us, Raven, through your poetry. I liked the first three lines best, all were meaningful. I remember the silence and the faint smile on my mother's pale face just before she went to be with God. She was weak and pale, but still laughed to acknowledge those around her when something funny was said, as she laid there in bed. Your poem touched my heart through my memories of mom's last day. Thanks for sharing, Bill
Andresen Avatar
September 6, 2023 at 12:48 PM
- " ...a broken clock ... an illusion" ... a powerful poem, Richard - hugs
Theraven Avatar
September 15, 2023 at 10:21 PM
Hi Anne-Lise, Thank you for Piano's price. -Richard
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