Category: Written in 2013

All of Love’s Hands

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In your eyes, I spied something new:
A feeling I had left for dead:
It was something all of time slew,
Deceiving the heart with the head.

Love expands to take in all:
Family, lover and friend
I cannot help but quietly fall
Into light that seems to never end.

That seems to never end is true –
For seeming is just what it gives…
And its brilliant, shiny hue
All confidence in love forgives.

What allure the beginning brings
Influences feelings for you –
Leads me to meet forgotten things
Which cynical time made to rue.

I cannot think of reasons why
I must look the other way;
Though I know, it is vain to try
To make this unsullied light stay.

I tried so many times before,
With so many who were my past,
Love burst with a frenzied furor;
But that light did not seem to last.

Maybe love is such that but seems,
Coming to me in flimsy dreams;
And all it leaves behind
Is permanence one cannot find.

I will still hold all of love’s hands
Even though this heart is in the know
Even though with knowledge understands
That, in time, they will all let go.

You Will Know

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You hurt me by remembering,

Remembering, when you need me,

Forgetting, when I am alone

And sad and so life-weary.

 

You hurt me by asking favours,

When a hello would mean concern,

Sometime yesterday, when I had

Testing life lessons to unlearn.

 

You hurt me by being a part

Of worlds I never got to see,

You do not get to pity me

You can’t ask if I am lonely.

 

You do not understand now

What life will definitely show,

When it corrodes and torments you,

Then, then you will know.

 

 

Sometimes

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Sometimes the stars refuse to shine

And sometimes you see

There is no hope in the divine.

 

Sometimes the night is just a night,

With a pale sunset,

But no resurrecting light.

 

Sometimes life seems morbidly dark,

The moon robs each dream,

Every inspiring spark.

 

Sometimes all love does is pine

And though we try hard

We find no mercy in time.

 

Sometimes sadness bursts anew

And feelings tangle,

And faithless strength holds me to you.

 

Sometimes my words find no rhymes

So I hold despair and you close

And I go on writing – sometimes.