Best Timelonging Poems
Shadow Man
All my faith in anything else
Has gone
Jester at your feet
With the light of my fingers
Entwined in yours
You lead me I follow
One step a head
Always one step behind
I watch your world through shadow cast eyes
Walking with you
Standing side by side
Catching unknown moments
In the aura sunbeam scatters
Of your smiles
Within each and every echo of sorrow
When the longing of your heart
Turns inside
The shades of my comfort
Hold you close
And wrap you in the sympathies of my love
And some day I shall see you
Blazing angel
In the vast countries of dancing freedoms
And there beneath the bright sun crystalline
I will emerge from within the darkened
No more to be the shadow man
And take your hand
But until then my love
I am with you
Shadow in your shadow
All my faith in anything else
Has gone
Love is like a brain,
like a mind of constant pain.
An overwhelming happiness,
enveloped with fears and strain.
A pulse inside your temple,
that never stops upon the start.
It's the beating one endures,
like the beating of your heart.
It's lying on your pillow,
alone, cradling, in the night.
Dreams filled with many colors,
yet waking to black and white.
It's repeating mundane tasks,
forcing distraction from the tide.
Grasping for ways to pass the time,
from longing to be by their side.
But more than the rest it's patience.
A virtue I'll never understand.
What good can come from waiting here...
without your palm pressed in my hand.
I sit weeping in the solemn night
The fire does nothing but warm
Cruel was the day, to end the light
Dark emptiness leading to scorn
Some bring it as discovery
That put me only in a hole
My tears now have the best of me
Piercing through my shattered soul
My own soul was brought by night
Now forsaking and giving this loneliness
Pain gripping my spirit, of wrong and right
No friendship abound me consists
The truth of hatred brought I now despise
Dreams bring longing of my homesick past
To now just only close my eyes
Is real peace brought at last?
So dreams haunt and calm a broken spirit
To do nothing but bring the arrogant sun
Memories of night from now on, never rightly fit
Being only as bright as the pessimistic one
O that I could touch the hands that wished me well
And tell from the eyes truths mirrored up
Or beside each one's cottage my presence dwelled
Planting daisies, and not pushing them up
This global expansion we are on, merging conditions
But not our memories, breaking bonds
Between the real, linking us like mirrored apparitions
Promotes a garnering of stocks and bonds
Lo the virtual world is a figment of mind, a citadel
Of lies, but my heart is longing for real
To share life's lores; then global loneliness farewell -
When tongue to tongue contented in zeal
The soup is a wonderful place to write, a firm fence
Between our brittle emotions and needs
To feel the joy of faithful friends, and take evidence
Of difference shared yond skin and creeds
But when the light goes out, and the pen softly falls
Like tears, I want to hold each hand
Give a joke and hear the laughs pierce ears and walls
As we sip our wine: jove's jovial band.
O that I could touch the hands that wished me well
When all the family of soup in virue meets
O that we were all children of a common citadel
All poet's love pulsing where sorrow bleats.