Silent tears fall
When despair covers all,
And voices are lost
In the summer night winds,
Where turmoil begins.
Tag: Poems
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I come to you broken;
I come to you unloved:
I come to you with tears
But I come with a heart of love;
Please look past my faults,
And see my wounded soul;
Extend your precious love to me,
And make me whole;
Explore the depths of me,
And see my heart of gold;
Take me into your warmth,
And bring me out of the cold. -
Kiss me under the starlight, and let’s exchange loving whispers; see my joyous cries as my loving heart quivers; tell me your feelings and pour out your heart; tell me the things that you think in the dark. Sing me sweet songs of your beauty and love; release my spirit and let me fly like a dove. My love, you are my sunshine; you are my light; you are my angel, and you are my life. I’ll caress your face in the dark of the night; I will please you endlessly in the morning light; I had dreamt of you in an autumn’s dream; I had seen your reflection in a peaceful stream. Then you came to me on a winter’s night, and shared a passionate kiss, under bright starlight; I held you closely, emotions deep within. You whispered softly, “Let our love begin.”
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Look into my eyes
And see my soul,
You will see my pain,
Fear, and sorrows untold;
You will see my suffering,
And you will see my plight;
You will see the darkness
That awakes me at night;
But there is a door
To a secret place,
Where my love is deep
And my sorrows are erased;
It is in this place
A bright light abounds,
And a peaceful stream,
Where my essence is found.
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And after I had told her of my condition and plight,
She held and kissed me, and reassured me that night;
In the weeks to come she would witness my pain;
The perpetually dark clouds, and never ending rain.
It was then she asked me why I couldn’t cope;
And it was then I told her to read the words that I wrote.
She read about the darkness and the fear that I faced,
As I witnessed the look of bewilderment on her face.
I tried to explain to her my daily fight,
My constant sorrow, and my sleepless nights;
She told me she loved me, but she couldn’t stay;
Then she gently kissed me, turned, and walked away. -
I will slow dance with destiny under a full moon and a starry night’s sky. I will woo her with sweet words of love, and kiss her in a moment of passion. I will ask for her favor and for her hand in marriage. O destiny, how beautiful you are! Together you and I will reach for the stars. My sweet love, you have kissed me with a kiss of fortune and success; you have seen my dreams, and have acknowledged my desires. You have felt the passion in my heart and have witnessed my tears of disappointment. Why don’t we take a stroll through lush and wonderfully scented lavender fields while discussing matters of love and our future together? We have known each other for quite some time, and now I have expressed my feelings and poured out my heart to you. Destiny please stay by my side forever, for you and I are in love, and we will face our future together.
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Is it not enough that is has taken my joy from me?
Is it not enough that is has taken away my sleep?
Is it not enough that is has infiltrated my thoughts?
Is it not enough that is has robbed me of peace?
Is it not enough that is caused me to be misunderstood by many?
Is it not enough that is has turned those I love away from me?
Is it not enough that it wreaks havoc on my mind and body?
Is it not enough that it seeks to destroy me daily?
Is it not enough that for years it has captured me?
Is it not enough that it feeds on my tears and laughs at me?
Is it not enough that year after year it increases my sorrow?
Is it not enough that it has caused me great suffering since my childhood?
Is it not enough that it caused great pain to my mother as I saw her suffer?
Is it not enough that it is causes incessant and never ending fear?
Is it not enough that it raises my pulse rate and takes my breath away?
Is it not enough that it renders me listless and numb almost perpetually?
What else does it want from me? -
I walk a lonely road where no one can find me. It seems that fear has engulfed me, and sorrow has overtaken me. Wide and fearsome eyes glow in the darkness and surround me. I hesitate to cry out, for I have accepted the reality of perpetual futility. Dark creatures hover above; it is my spirit they seek to take from me. In silent despair, I accept that my faith has left me, reluctantly. The road is dark and I can’t see anything in front of me. My blindness in the vast darkness has caused me to move painfully slowly. In sorrow, my will wanes, and my heart beats lethargically. In the chains and clutches of the dark place, my desire is to one day be free. Tears have fallen from my eyes like in a rainy season when raindrops fall from overcast skies. Who will hear my pleas? Who will acknowledge my cries? O most merciful God, please don’t abandon me now in my time of need, for the darkness seeks to consume me, and fear and sorrow have almost brought me to my knees.
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Oh, what summers we’ve spent together New York! Your city nights are vibrant and bustling with life. Your bright lights intrigue my sense of sight, and capture my imagination! I will take a stroll through central park in the warmth of the sun, and enjoy the vastness of the lush greenery. I will taste of your expansive cuisine and drink to my heart’s delight! I will walk the city blocks and recapture the fond memories of the past. I will leave the cares of the world behind, and jump on the 2 line, to look down on familiar city streets and reminisce. O New York, you are the city that I truly miss! Let me immerse myself in your culture and find myself again; being with you in the summer is like reconnecting with an old and trusted friend.
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The tortured souls
Who lived in pain,
Remember their suffering;
Remember their namesIn silent torment,
They lived their lives;
Their bodies still,
In the earth they lieWhen the lights are off
In the quiet night,
It is then I cry
And remember their plightIt’s your will and essence
That it takes from you;
There is perpetual darkness,
Though the skies are blueWho will cry for us when we are gone?
For our bodies are tired,
And our souls are worn;
Still we live our livesAnd we carry on;
Still the nights are sleepless,
And the days are long;
The misery and illness,It takes its toll;
My heart longs for warmth,
But the world is cold.
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