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William Mosley Poem
I'm looking for you, but I can not find a single trace.
Only fading smiles in my memories, which I can not replace.
Your hand which touched my heart with a pass.
And left me to follow you as if my task.
Drifts away but not towards the skies but mythical lands.
Many beach's, blue moons and purple sands.
A place where you can easily forget your words.
Dash away emotions which you say left you disturbed.
Mountains of regret that begin when you say farewell.
Canyons of pain even the strongest can't scale.
Images of person that you say you just don't know.
Yet from the outside your pours about this face shall always glow.
You beautiful girl why is it that you just can't see.
The truth whenever it comes from me.
Day and night I wish that this path was not blocked.
That these eyes around me, my words did not mock.
I only have thoughts of you so shall I consider that my mind is corrupt.
I want to follow through the door yet this mold I can not be cut.
So I wait in hope, you will to me one day return.
And love be my action that you discern.
Copyright © William Mosley | Year Posted 2010
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William Mosley Poem
He only stared at his son, not
knowing what to say.
Just tears slowly falling, for
himself there is no new day.
For as chances go, for him and
his son this will be it.
So he struggled with the puzzle
of words trying to make this all
fit.
But what words could he utter
that will last forever.
Or what action can he take that
will not be a worthless endover.
Since so small is the boy that
the man for the last time will
see.
With tears in his eyes he sadly
asked will you even remember
me.
What kind of advice can he
give that will keep the young
man strong.
Is there any counsel that will
keep steady even when father
is gone?
Is the absence of a guide mean
the ship will never set sail?
If the student learns from no
teacher shall he be destined to
fail?
And if he does fall will it be for
good or forgotten.
Asking his young offspring will
your life produce fine fruit or
rotten.
Who will tell him about life and
how to smile.
How to love a girl and the
combination to her heart to
dial.
Who will teach you to love
sports and to never give up.
To control your emotion while
you do not erupt.
Who will be there when no one
else even cares.
To help you stay stable on lifes
crooked stairs.
Who will tell you even in the
smallest things he is proud.
Teach you to never follow but
walk ahead of the crowd.
But through it all he knew
when the boy grew up he will
hate him or at least try.
Will anyone ever tell him how
hard it was to say goodbye.
Copyright © William Mosley | Year Posted 2014
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William Mosley Poem
I stood on the river hoping that
you would come to my arms.
Still remembering all of your love,
and your heart stopping charms.
I stood on the river as around my
feet the small carps would play.
I told you I'll wait so from spring
through fall, winter and summer
I'll stay.
I watched the trees grow old and
heard the deaths of birds who
sing.
As my skin burn from the sun and
as it would later through the cold
sting.
I prayed every night while the
moon in the sky would pass.
I cried every day for I knew each
may be my last.
I stood on the river as the bear
made his charge.
And bleed in the river as the scars
he made grew large.
I tasted the river, the cool sorrow
knowing you I will not see.
My tears laid within the river
slowly moving away from a love
never to be.
I never did send out moans or yell
while in constant pain.
Just what I always did, just called
out your sweet name.
I was dying in the river but my
soul fought to stand guard.
But it could not go against man's
designed no matter how hard.
As my eyes slowly close for what I
knew was my farewell.
I saw you coming as my name you
continued to yell.
I cursed this river knowing from
me it was all taken.
And forcing me into a slumber
never from which to awaken.
My eyes opened to see you lying
with your beautiful eyes close.
I cried so hard when I realized
that we exchanged are souls.
You said a few words, but I was
deaf to all talk.
Then you gave your life so I may
away from this river one day walk.
But I have no where to go since
the one I waited for is right here.
And as I turn the world is so foggy
and this river remained clear.
So this river I'll sit and make it
rise as I cry.
And give a last smile when in this
river I die.
Copyright © William Mosley | Year Posted 2011
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William Mosley Poem
I'm looking for you, but I can not
find a single trace.
Only fading smiles in my
memories, which I can not
replace.
Your hand which touched my
heart with a pass.
And left me to follow you as if my
task.
Drifts away but not towards the
skies but mythical lands.
Many beach's, blue moons and
purple sands.
A place where you can easily
forget your words.
Dash away emotions which you
say left you disturbed.
Mountains of regret that begin
when you say farewell.
Canyons of pain even the
strongest can't scale.
Images of person that you say you
just don't know.
Yet from the outside your pours
about this face shall always glow.
You beautiful girl why is it that
you just can't see.
The truth whenever it comes from
me.
Day and night I wish that this path
was not blocked.
That these eyes around me, my
words did not mock.
I only have thoughts of you so
shall I consider that my mind is
corrupt.
I want to follow through the door
yet this mold I can not be cut.
So I wait in hope, you will to me
one day return.
And love be my action that you
discern.
Copyright © William Mosley | Year Posted 2011
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