A Little Bit of Poetry
Looking at my reflection I imagine you there Telling me I'm your Butterfly And I am truly beautiful... I look away Was the thought vanity? Dare I to hope I still have beauty within? Allowing myself to cry To be forgiven To begin living As the woman I was meant to be... Do I thank you? As I look and love you For showing me All the beauty I possess� Can I repay you All that I owe to you? Can I show you How much I care? In my dreams I take your heart, Draw it close And make it my own... Yet I know it's not fair For me to keep yours... So, lest you have none, I give you my own... (c)RLO 1998
Walking through a golden shower Of walnut leaves Suddenly, I look up At the pattern of the boughs against the sky I can't help wondering What you are thinking... How do the leaves look Where you live? Staring into the flames... They reflect my burning heart... I can't help but wish you were here To share this night air... Dancing in the soft rainfall Mingling with the scent Of new-mown grass Wet falling leaves add some spice Can you smell it in the air? When you dream at night, Can you see me? Do you ever wish that I was there? How I wish that I could touch you And make the dream reality! But I can't just yet We need to know each other better I'm more than willing to try... (c)RLO 1998
No one knows The price I'd pay To hold you close my friend No lover is worth ending your life Just because your love isn't returned There's more to life than romance More to pain than betrayal Sex is no release Without passion for the lover But I will hold you, my friend And pray that your heart will heal...
Writing in the solace of your arms I feel safe and secure Knowing that you love me And that our children have a father They can love and respect Who is not too busy to play Or to show that he loves them You are good to me Support me, respect me, Show me love in its many forms I'd embrace you, but my alarm goes off And I am alone once more Though I still feel your touch...
Colorful things Are the fruits of my labor A dream within a dream As I do wander Through the thoughts of love And dreams that I have Will these dreams ever be? Know one knows but God And He�s not telling So I have to be patient (As tough as that is) And see if he can see Past the facade of life Into who I am inside
Where are you Now that I need you? Now that I feel ready To submit To no longer deny That I love you And I would do anything for you... It is your voice that echoes It is my heart that remembers...
In that distant land Can you hear a voice That remembers you? That secretly weeps For what she knew could never be For we are too different And I wouldn't make you understand So I hope you are happy And I long to see you again...
How is it That you affect me the way you do? A scent on the breeze Makes me remember Holding you close Looking into your eyes And seeing that smile wanting to be your leading lady as you strut onstage like a peacock The look of shock on your face As I say hello for the first time Love sucks, but I'm betting it would suck less with you...
I went walking
Through the forest
Waiting for the colors
Of the leaves to change...
This clearing is a cathedral
Each branch a raised hand
Thanking God for creating you
Even as I do now...
Alone in the serenity
Yet I can imagine you here
Enjoy the peace here with me
As the crazy world turns...
Here in this moment
I can hold you close
Imagining your lips on mine
Feeling your strength surround me...
My eyes are open
The dream is over
And I stand alone in the forest
Longing for you to come to me
As I wait for the colors
Of the leaves to change...
�RLO 1998
The Clock
slow
time trips
over and over
new grains of sand
dot the desert of life
and the clock ticks
and the clock ticks
kneeling
strange stage-whisper prayers
lost in the wind of breath
lost like so many things
picking up broken glass with bare hands
bleeding on the shards
and the clock ticks
like Chinese water torture on my soul
trying to step
inside your complex mind
wondering what you are thinking
when you see the stars above
if you ever wonder how much you mean to me
what would happen if I lost you
what I would do without your friendship
and the clock ticks
through the silence of the house
laying alone
stretching out alone
dreaming of the shadows
and the deep silence
your eyes tracing my form
as I stare at the ceiling
naked as the day I was born
the clock ticks
the audience is silent as death
eyes closed
your presence looming
prophetic incantations enclosing me
like a caterpillar in a cocoon
the magician performs another trick
pulling the butterfly of my emotions
from the silk of my breast
the clock ticks
a mournful cry of monotony
gasping
protecting what little of me I have left to protect
from hungry eyes
and grasping hands
and even from you
too scared to admit
I did the one thing I shouldn't
the clock ticks
like the pulse of a giant beast
running
I have to get away
as far from you and time and love and lust as I can
I want to be alone with my fantasies
of having the perfect love that can never be
like a waking dream
so close and yet so far
I walk alone
so very alone
and the clock ticks
to the rhythm of my tears
�RLO 1999
Last Modified: 11/18/2000 by Rebecca L. Oaks
� 1997-2000 Rebecca L. Oaks
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