Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Poetry. Yeah I do that too.

Gazing

By Diana Dark

In life you fall a thousand times
In dreams you fly away
Alone you think you’re strong, but though
With someone you are more.
Forever she may see him there,
But never truly hers.
He will forever be her dream
But she’ll remain alone.

She loved him even though she knew
Her love was something strange.
How could somebody love a star
That could not smile, nor cry.
He shone above making it seem
That he will never die.
But what she hadn’t realized
Was that her life was slipping by.

In thirty years she may be dead
A life alone been lived,
And thousand years may pass on by
But he will shine on still.
He’ll live forever high above
Surrounded by the stars
And all the problems of the world
Will mean nothing to him.

He realized there was someone
Who kept on looking up
Looking at something that he thought
Was him or was it not?
But time went by, seconds to him
And many kept on looking
They stared, they gazed, they glanced, but no
Love was not in their eyes.

So then he started on his search
To find the own who loved
The one who looked at him with eyes
That hid the soul from lies
Unwanted eyes, and spies, but still …
He saw the love hidden behind
And now, he looked, but could not find
The one who loved so much was gone.

He found a tomb right underneath
An archway that was shinning.
He soon found out his light, his rays
Were heating up the stoning
A woman lay beneath the stone
To young for him to think
The death of this forgotten soul
Was just and not a sin.

He knew she was the one he sought
The one whose eyes held love
Unlike the lies and shallow words
He saw and heard be said.
To wake her up was a mere thought
He knew he won’t do that
It was a crime, a lie, a sin
To wake her as she slept.

He knew her body was as cold
As winter rain on stone
And would not let her freeze if he
Had something else to say.
He kept on shinning on the stone
That was place there to be
The only memory and sing
That she had lived and loved.

His rays and light were covering
The grave, that inkling night
To warm her body that was trapped
Inside that coffin, wet.
His light was shinning all around
Making it seem as though
The whitest snowflake was a gray
Compared to its brightness.

Her body could not feel the heat
And certainly not the light
But her soul was lighting up
To feel the one she loved
She woken up, out of the grave
And saw him looking down
She smiled and followed him today
Was it truth or a lie.

As of today I will not cry
I will not hide to try to lie
The way I feel day after day,
My heart of gold trying to pay
The loneliness within my soul
Attention so it won’t be cold.

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