Long Romanceday Poems
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How shall I unfold myself?
How shall I unfold myself to thee?
How shall I show you more
than the obvious that you see?
Should it be in chapters
like the pages of a book?
Or should it be in allegory
like a fabled children's book?
Should it be in prose
or in rhythmic poetry?
Or should it be set to music
A lifetime movie that you could see?
Do you want to know the big things
Or is it the small things that you are after
Do you want to know what I think about
Do you want to know if I believe in the Everafter?
Do you want to know the reasons
for the sadness behind these eyes?
Do you want to know about my joyful days
The days when laughter and happiness filled my life.
Do you want to know about the things I've done
the things I hope to do
Do you want to know about what I like to wear
about my clothing and my shoes.
Do you want to know the foods I like
The things I like to cook?
Do you want to know the wines I love
Which bottles that I have hidden in my nook?
Do you want to know the plants I plant
The things I like to grow
Do you want to know the books I've read
All the things that I want to know.
Do you want to know the objects that I love
The things that I've collected
Do you want to know the things I really hate
the things that I've neglected.
How shall I tell you all I know
How shall I tell you about 'me'?
I don't even know where to start...
It doesn't seem that easy...
I am not even really sure
that it is me you want to know
You haven't really told me
It's hard for me to know.
I guess that only time will tell
I guess we'll have to wait and see
I'll just have to wait and see if a day will come
A day when we will eventually meet.
A day we can look each other in the eyes
A day when my life will have been unfolded
A day when I am no longer a mystery
When you are quite confidant that you 'know' me.
(January 4, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Waking to the brilliance of seeing you,
In the stealthy dark of the early morn.
I stir and gather to ready myself,
For another work day born.
I drive thru traffic on familiar roads,
With thoughts of sly smiles and quick glances.
While changing lanes, rounding corners, finding work,
I see images of you as my imagination dances.
Finding the punching clock checking right then left,
Searching for that one face which will lift my heart to a new height.
There, eye contact, smile meets smile, lifting spirits,
Briefly the day wants to extend where morning never darkens to night.
Me learning how my day will go,
You telling how your night went.
Listening yet not hearing still seeing that smile,
Thinking about the next few minutes and how they will be spent.
The time has come the top of the hour,
You stirring, gathering, picking up.
Finding that clock, the locker, then the stairs,
Me checking my list hurrying to catch up.
Walking side by side down and out,
Laughing, talking, or just smiling cause you’re there.
Not caring how long it takes or how far,
Each second seems to slow down as we hit the chill of the morning air.
Standing beside what will take you home,
Searching for words to make it last.
Longing for a touch, a hug, a gentle kiss,
But waiting on the ghosts of a dreary past.
Saying goodbye with only a look and words,
You climbing in, shutting doors, turning keys.
Me walking away, checking time, looking back,
Wishing my heart was still full of you, now empty in the morning breeze.