aPoetsBlues

The Silence

In silence we see,
in the subtle light we hear,
you and me;
the joy, the end of tears.

Having a petal of a rose,
knowing that the thorns,
don't grow, not exposed;
this is what my soul mourned.

Dreams Past

The dreams of past
very often didn't last.
The paths we walked
didn't often talk,
when spoken it was
only just because
it was the right time;
the footsteps didn't rhyme

Valentine

I guess there are many ways
to tell another how you feel
I suppose there are times
even if they don't seem real
Is there a time to call an end
even if had not began..
Is it better to dance
then to be given a chance
Is it better to stay in the hurt
or is it better to assert
how much you love her

Dawns Empty Spaces

For over five decades
we've drifted on,
as if cast or betrayed
by this physical animation.
Our spirits drift in and out
of the warmth of ardor;
hearts grieve of past doubt.

Forgotten

Walking one day in the park
familiarity became forgotten,
like these wind blown waters,
and this rain isn't from here;
strange, I've touched it before.
The lake isn't so calm anymore.