ok, it's been a ridiculously long tme since i have posted a poem, 'cause i've been hunched under loads of work. so this is my failing attempt to rejuvinate (hope i spelt that right) my senses... Torn pages. In a strain of my eyes, I visualize your fading image, Beyond the wavering horizon, I picture you gleam, This very scene reminds me of that last torn page, My love, I plead, return to me. In a story that remains incomplete, We were the desires, just you and me, And dare anyone repeat such a hurtful tale, I wish you’d stop hiding my desire from me. Unseen to another, but like a mirage in my eye, I feel your presence, though you’re away by miles, I try, but I can hardly conceive, I can rarely forget, Into the first page, my memory faintly flies. The day the rain shimmered upon your skin, The dusk had in store much more within, Blessed is the velvet that adorned your sculpture, My heart was dying like an injured cupid’s wing. It struck at me a blow so inviting, A step closer was much more than just obliging, Another step and you were just at hand, Yet another, the silence growing and winding. Your emerald eyes had adorned that bare face, Like I presume to see it that way today, Glistening greater than a crystal prayer, Again wistfully, I walk your way. But as my sole quenches the dry earth, A pang so sharp tears me by mirth, The closer I get, the farther you go, I walk in pain, till the new moons birth. My feet carelessly crumple the desert sand, With you in mind and nothing in hand, The shadow I quest for no longer is seen, But a distant whisper draws me to another land. So I walk, I walk, I run to her, I dream of the future, I pray, we’ll be together, Yet unending is the path I tread upon, And faint, the last page, torn pages don’t end forever.
Torn pages have a nasty habit of crumpling into pieces if they're old enough. Great work, Arhaz. [Edit] Rejuvenate.
Okay, now dont kill me. I just kept thinking of Tom Riddle while I read that. Hey! That's a compliment. You know me - it takes strong stuff to make me think of HP. And your spelling can never be worse than mine. As always, I love your work. Creates a loud image, though not as potent as some of your other stuff. Hell, I'm just happy that it make me freak out like Shadow did. *shudders from memory* Not that that one wasnt good - just scary. Anyway, yay for you! Another amazing poem!!! Bambam
Nice to see you writing again. I've been having a hard time myself. A great piece (as usual) though. Your vocabulary is just amazing.