Old Glassy Smears

I thought I saw the sun peer through a cloud
A warming breath to say goodbye to tears
I could again stand tall and say I’m proud
To close history on all of my fears
But rays of light are just old glassy smears
And words mean nothing; they leave you alone
With solitude’s pain and now nothing cheers
As mem’ries turn a heart of love to stone

My eyes never shall see that pretty face
That one brief glimpse to set the world alight
For beauty’s smile that radiates with grace
Cannot be mine; I return to the night
I shall not taste her lips honeyed delight
For such a pleasure I’m not worthy to own
I have no will to stand against this plight
As mem’ries turn a heart of love to stone

Rekindling dreams of a different kind
In the distance there burns an older flame
But love I will no longer seek to find
So I can never dare call out her name
My heart, too wild, they have failed to tame
Too many times, I’ve heard ‘I love you’ drone
Those empty words but pain hurts all the same
As mem’ries turn a heart of love to stone

No longer shall I yearn for passion’s kiss
Or yield to wantings of the pleasure zone
In darkness lies no joy or loving bliss
As mem’ries turn a heart of love to stone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Brown Avatar
August 10, 2011 at 12:30 PM
Thank you for posting your excellent poetry that we all may enjoy reading it Jem. I wish you the best in your writing endeavors. Love, Carol
Farmer Avatar
August 11, 2011 at 10:53 AM
Thank you Carol
Cooke Avatar
August 9, 2011 at 2:25 PM
interesting write i like this, affairs of the heart, a very good read.
Farmer Avatar
August 10, 2011 at 11:43 AM
Thank you Steven
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