Oh to know your voice
hear it quiet all the noise
please give me a choice
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Daily Archives: November 29, 2022
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Wake Me
Posted at 8:29 pm , on November 29, 2022
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Sitting in a room of blue
Posted at 8:17 pm , on November 29, 2022
I’m sitting alone tonight,
lamps are turned blue,
perhaps the outside world
thinks it a state of mind.
As my music plays
I suppose it is.
I’m listening to music
echo through the room,
reminding me of yesterday,
speculating sunrise.
If I could travel
where the music takes me,
I might be perhaps transported
to that place we all wonder,
I’d have to wait no longer.
Yet the sky tonight is the same,
a quiet twilight
with a crescent moon.
I’ve told her that before,
I wish I knew
if when she might glance
her windows could paint the same
landscape as the dream,
the fantasy,
the constant reminder
that I am alone,
in this sea of blue.
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I Wanted To Cry
Posted at 8:04 pm , on November 29, 2022
I’m the romantic type
she would tell
gracing my cheek
with a slender hand
her fingertips
teasing my lips
talking about fantasy.
We traveled together
in journeys
quiet escapes,
with no particular destination
except perhaps, her eyes.
I wanted to cry
when she went away,
I told her to stop returning,
and I regret she never did.
I wanted to cry,
she taught me love,
the innocence of pain,
and the comfort of our tears.
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A Quiet Sorrow
Posted at 7:50 pm , on November 29, 2022
I know I’ve said it before,
she would always task me with more,
it became a burden to her,
it became a love for me.
I’d want only her sympathy,
and love would follow then,
for the days I know now,
travel in tandem with misery.
I sometimes am able to smile,
to know those moments were true,
if only I might have one more dance
that mystery and beauty in your eyes.
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Lonely Day
Posted at 12:07 pm , on November 29, 2022
I feel lonely today,
soft snow outside
gives us winter.
I remember romantic walksunder light posts,
holding hands
feeling the beauty of a snow,
reminders, a delicate season
our lives could be in the moment.
Gone were the harsh reminders of winter.
The gales of uncertainty
they would bury our hopes
until the spring season.
I remember
love and spirit
that would contain
the mystique of winter,
take a breath, a slow inhale
to release my tension
in an exhale and
appreciate the beauty of
If the human condition.
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