This is a fairly recent poem, and it doesn't sound complete
to me. Thank you monsieur (you know who you are) for your input on this poem and helping me...it has been fun e'mailing back and forth with the corrections...when you're finished, maybe I can post it here...yeah?
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I see you in the feathered light of twilight,
just an image that glimmers in dimming rays.
Your glow outshines any other,
like the full moon in the darkest night.
But that is all I can see,
the radiant blaze that is your soul.
For you're farther away than the sunset,
you burn in the rising horizon.
I feel like I'm trying to catch a diamond star
that dances throughout the nighttime sky
away from the broken nets that I've set.
Eternally beyond my reach.
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This is an addition that Ted and I was working on. It's a bit lengthy, but interesting to read. This is also the person being mentioned in the last block of text similar to this.
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I see you in the feathered light of twilight,
just an image that glimmers in dimming rays.
Your glow outshines any other,
like the full moon in the darkest night.
But that is all I can see,
the radiant blaze that is your soul.
For you're farther away than the sunset,
you burn in the rising horizon.
I feel like I'm trying to catch a diamond star
that dances throughout the nighttime sky
away from the broken nets that I've set.
Eternally beyond my reach...
But I still thrash behind the lashes of hope
I cannot seem to let you pass by once again.
I want to watch the comet soar across the sky,
not sit and wait for the meteor shower to appear.
I can feel your presence, and I know you�re here...
Watching. Feeling. Holding.
Reach for me, grab for me, I want you, I want you.
I want to hold your hand,
I want to put my arm around that perfect waist.
I don�t have to know anything to know I love you
I don�t have to think to know I love you
I look at you as from far away, close as you are,
And I see those dark eyes burning into me.
There is something only you have seen,
the part of me that yearns to chase the planets from the sky.
And chase them I do,
with the strength and passion of Mars aiding me on my journey.
And yet, again, though I try, you remain
Eternally beyond my reach...
But I feel the oasis of your aura surround me,
Preventing that which would have me
from swallowing me into its deep abyss.
Halting the slow spiraling of my inevitable descent
across the event horizon into the black hole of the Lost Way.
And there you are, I can still feel you�re here...
Circling. Protecting. Hoping.
Your insatiable unattainable self has made me
So frustratingly pissed �cuz I can�t seem to reach
The conclusion I�d like to come to;
This conclusion of the inclusion
Of me and... you
In this not-so-perfect world,
perfect for that
very reason.
Still I can�t seem
to understand just what it is that�s been keeping me
from making the choices I want to be making,
undertaking these decisions I don�t want to be taking.
I want this connection
to be a unique thing
where everyone's happy
don't want to be trampled under this sea
of heart-broken hearts.
I want a clean cut,
away from what�s
been driving me
somewhat� crazy, as of late
but I don�t know if I can take
too much of it all anymore.
Then fly across the painted sky to the world of rising dreams.
Meet me in that world of sunset colors,
to chase the orange and pink kissed clouds
and with you, my nets can be remade...
and reset...
Can I catch the falling star that falls so close, and yet so far?
Or do I sit and make a wish for the hopeful dreams tomorrow brings?
Play the lyre in the sky, and sing so sweet to me
Today we bathe in dabs of color, and tomorrow we shall see...
But I must tend my mended nets and I must go alone,
To chase the hopes and seamless dreams of all I know and heed
and capture them in my curs�ed nets of broken hearts and broken dreams
They are mine...
these dreams of distant colors...
if only I could wrap them in my cloak of darkened twilight.
I would save them for tomorrow...but
Libra is weighed against me.
Try not to forget:
*I have my own broken nets*,
torn apart
different parts from the parts
you've lost,
still as much missing as much remaining as yours.
I find myself caught between
These two doors
One open, the other half-closed
And I know
the path I want to take
the decision I'd like to make,
but afraid to let go of what's been holding me down.
have I drowned in this pool of love
that suff-
ocates my being?
The life away is the life
I�ve always tried to make.
and I thought I could be happy
in the stereotypical worlds of perfect families,
living along happily,
but I recently
discovered it�s not really
that choice for me��
So, I instead turn away from what�s so familiar
And pull apart those lashes, I can see you now,
holding me in your gentle, fragile, mended net.
My nets have been
battered tattered and torn
and I feared
they�d never be mended.
but here you are,
no longer a star
nor are you a crisp wisp
in the feathered light of twilight.
nor an unobtainable unattainable
glimmering image in dimming rays,
instead I
see you
smell you
next to me here beneath the trees.
Hide with me,
between the Willow Elder and Juniper.
Stop the world
from breaking through
to destroy
the conclusion of the inclusion
of you and me.
Hold me.
Okay.
Save me.
I will.
Want me.
I do...only just.
Hold me with you,
together we can watch the skies
as I�ve
Come to believe
that things
are not currently as they should be
And I�d like my image to be-
come nothing but clear in this blaze,
as my heart rages
to deal with this enduring pain
Because still I see you sit
Anticipating
Me and the next move I ought to make
when you're
Eternally beyond my reach��
Wanting. Waiting. Hoping��
��Like me.
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