Journal Of A Man Not Here
Every night the moon appears in the sky.
Sure enough as the stars arise
My cage, my tomb, my existence forbids me
But every twilight she descends before thee.
My world beyond her own for I am gone into her unknown
She comes to the old cemetary where I reside
Each moment she spends here her harp is by her side
The song she plays repeats in my mind
The notes, the tune, her voice echoing in time
I wonder why she is drawn here
Can she sense my head upon her shoulder ?
Can she feel my arms wrapping around her?
Can she tell I fight off the darkness for her?
For that is why I must dwell
Waiting, watching, protecting the woman destined to be mine
Born in separate times
That is the song she sings
That is the moral she brings
That is the reason I am left behind
My mission is the test of time
Who says love can not withstand a mountains climb?
If she only knew how much I long for her touch
To smell her skin and caress the body I yearn for so much
Oh how I want that moment to come
Where her time descends
When she can hear my voice
When I can sing for her
When she can see me...
I know she feels my presence...
Is it love that strives her blessings for thee?
Is it the love we share that brings my moonlit soul mate upon me?
Written By: Melody Wilson©2009
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Poetry Of Mae
PoetryA collection of poetry created by me, Melody Wilson (SecretMae). The poetry in this book is of different genre's and was wrote with compassion. All poetry herein are my original works and is under copyright. Each poem is entered as a new chapter fo...
