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Philip Wilson Poem
Is it too much
Is it too much to ask to find that one, that one that makes your heart skip a beat the first time you see them
Is it too much to ask when you accidentally touch for the first time and, you both feel an electric shock, not the kind you get from walking across a rug?
Is it too much to ask that when you look into each other's eyes for the first time and get lost for what seems like an eternity
Is it too much to get lost in someone's words the first time you hear them speak, in a noisy crowded room and, the only thing you can hear is their voice above all else and, it melts away all your brick wall defenses?
Is it too much to ask to feel pulled to that one person, so strong that you think if they walked away, you might fall over because there was no longer anything holding you up?
Is it too much to ask, that during that first dance, you feel each other shake to the core? Each other holding so close and tight that no one can tell if two people are dancing and not just one?
Is it too much to ask that when the lights come at the end of the last song and you release your embrace and it feels like your hearts are being pulled from your chests and remaining in their own embrace on the dance floor
Is it too much to ask that you both ache deep in your heart knowing, that it won't go away until your hearts feel each again when you're in the same room and seek each other out until you find each other again
Is it too much to ask that during the first time you are together, your souls find each other, and never want to let go
Is it too much to ask that when you’re in each other's arms you melt together and become one, feeling like there is nothing and no one in the universe that could come between you?
Is it too much to ask to feel their warm breath on your chest as they drift off to sleep, cheek firmly on you with arms holding you tight as if they are afraid it is just a dream and you won’t be there when they wake? Knowing that they are warm and safe and don’t want to live without each other?
Is it too much to ask to wake in the morning with them looking at you as you slept, find yourselves looking at each other and you both know that you are theirs and they are yours for all eternity?
Sometimes I think id!
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Copyright © Philip Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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Philip Wilson Poem
If…..
If we passed on the street, would you notice me, or would you just keep walking past? Would you turn to look at me walking away or would you just keep walking?
If you saw me in a crowded café, sitting alone, writing in deep thought, would wonder where it was you saw before?
If there was only one open seat left in the cafe’ and it was at my table, would you risk asking me if the seat was taken, or would you stand alone near the wall waiting for a table to open?
If after you sat with me, would our eyes meet, would I feel the soft warmness in your glare, or would you just look past as if I wasn’t even there?
If you sat next to me on a bus or the subway, would know it was me sitting next to you, could you feel the warmth of me and want it to surround you during the cold winters?
If you saw a warm glow while you walked your dog in the park as sunset began to fall, would you seek it out just to find the glow was coming from me and that it was starting to fade?
If you did follow and find the glow and discovered that it came from me, would you try to talk to me, or would you just let me walk away again, watching the glow slowly fade?
If we crossed paths in the mall, would you wonder where it was that you knew me from or ignore that nagging feeling of familiarity and just keep moving?
If we passed each other again would you get that same nagging feeling again, would you remember what we once had so long ago, or would you just bury it deep inside like you once did? If you do remember, would you recognize the feeling of safety in that warm glow that came from my heart?
If you did remember, would you see that, that the fire never went out and it is still burning within, would you want it back again, or would just push it away again the way you did so long ago?
If we were in a crowded nightclub, would you be drawn to the glow that only you could see, would you embrace it like you once did and hold it dear to your heart, embrace it like you once did?
If you do hold it dear to your heart once more, would you remember how much it meant to us, and how good it felt to have two hearts as one again, if you do, would it be enough?
If Only!
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Philip Wilson Poem
Dreams……
In your Dreams, what is it that you see when you close your eyes at night?
In your Dreams, are you alone? Is there a special feeling of something or someone that you can feel but not sure of where it may come from.
In your Dreams, do you look for where that feeling is coming from. Can you see their face, or is it just blur, seeing only the outline of their face but specific features like their nose, or maybe their lips.
In your Dreams, do you know where you are, who you are with? Do you recognize the scenery around you and the people you see passing by like they don’t have a care in the world, can you see their faces?
In your Dreams, can you feel your hand as it is being gently squeezed when it is taken and the warmth that radiates up your arm and makes your heart flutter and skip a beat?
In your Dreams, can you see the garden table made of metal with its worn white paint that has half peeled away from the years of wind and rain, and its glass top, with your flowered tea cup, saucer and silly small teaspoon that looked like it came from a souvenir shop down the road.
In your Dreams, do you recognize that you are in the most romantic city the world, in view of that famous steel and iron structure that everyone knows so well.
In tour Dreams, can you feel the butterflies in your stomach and go to rub them away only to realize that it’s not butterflies at all, but something far more special growing with in you. Can you feel the warm, soft a hand as it gently caresses your belly and the movement inside in response to soft and gentle touch.
In your Dreams, do you try to focus on the face that is so close to you, can sense the soft loving lips coming closer about to eagerly meet yours, then realize that you can’t see the features or any discerning marks on that face, but just know it is the most wonderful face you have ever laid your eyes upon.
In your Dreams, do the eyes on that unfocused face become clear and you can see the most beautiful pail blue green colored drops of ocean so very deep that they seem bottomless. Did you notice that those eyes were full of pain and hurt and wonder who or what could have caused such pain.
In your Dreams, did you ever wonder how so much pain could be held in those eyes or where it could have come from, or who could cause so much pain in such loving eyes. Do you wonder, was it you?
In your Dreams, do you see the face, full of so much pain, become more and more clear as the face full of warmth, comfort and security being pulled further and further away from you. Do you wonder, could it have been you who inflicted so much pain in those eyes, or was it something or someone else.
In your Dreams, do you find yourself in a large field, surrounded by trees and stones. Do you recognize the people and the intense sadness that is around you as you look at a large, dark reddish brown mahogany box that appears to be suspended in mid-air. Do you feel the intense agony and sorry as the box begins to disappear from site. Do you question was it a horrible accident or something you may have caused. As you hold your ever-growing belly, you ask yourself how it ever came to this.
In your Dreams, do you feel the agony of not being entirely alone but knowing there is an emptiness that you know will never be filled again and that you will never see those again.
In your Dreams, do you see those same pail blue green drops of ocean again, but on a much smaller face. Do these small eyes bring you joy and sadness at the same time, knowing that you will never see those original eyes again. Those same eyes that once held so much love and how words could never fully describe the feelings you felt when they glared into your own.
In your Dreams, do you know it will never be as before, will your heart grow cold, only opening to those pail blue green drops of ocean that are in that small beautiful face that get bigger and bigger as she grows. Will she ever wonder where she got them from.
In your Dreams, do you find yourself in a room, surrounded by photos from what seemed a lifetime ago, on the walls of that room that held the photos of that face that held those eyes along with pictures of those eyes on smaller different faces spanning over 3 generations.
In your Dreams, do you see yourself closing your eyes for the last time and finally being able to see clearly the face with those eyes once again, filled with love and forgiveness.
After you close your eyes for that last time in your Dreams, that have turned into nightmares. Do you desperately open your eyes and find that it was all just a bad dream that felt so real, as the tears flow down your face and stain your night gown. Do you jump when a loving soft voice says are you o.k. “it was just bad Dream” as you feel that warm hand cross your body and hold your belly and feel the movement inside reacting to the soft gentle touch realizing that it all wasn’t just a dream and being happy that only one thing, the most important part, was real and that you will have both pairs of those pail blue green drops of ocean until the day your eyes close for the last time.
Thank God it was only a dream!
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Copyright © Philip Wilson | Year Posted 2024
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