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Is it a dream or madness that keeps
me searching for pieces of you
in the dark crevices of my wandering
mind
our words once danced off the pages
of a too tightly bound composition
book...nouns and verbs forming
poetic free verse
there's a hole in my heart, my soul weary
has love fallen into the shadowy
abyss of yesterday
last night out in the universe, I heard
your voice, I followed the melody
beyond the stars and there you were
twinkling in the cosmic sky
I wonder, did you feel me reaching for
you from this bed of restlessness, tossing
and turning with the hands of time
on another plane, I composed a lyrical
note sealed it with a kiss, a song from
me to you inked in the heavens for
eternity from my lips to god's ear
Is it a dream or madness that keeps
me searching for pieces of you
in the dark crevices of my wandering
mind
linking with earthweal
That was beautiful!
ReplyDeleteOne of your most beautiful poems, my friend. It is not madness. Some loves are so beautiful, we forever yearn for that lost brightness. Sigh. I love " I followed the melody beyond the stars and there you were twinkling in the night."
ReplyDeleteMadness is a way through, like grief or depression -- it moves the soul to find surer foundations - as the old shamans found out, sometimes it works. Sorry you have to seek so but the poetry is finding nuggets of something picking in the dust. And like Sherry says, love is not madness, though its rainbow is frightening...
ReplyDeleteThis is such a stunning poem! Madness and love are related, linked to passion and obsession, it’s sometimes hard to differentiate, and who knows what we will find in the dark crevices of the mind. The swift shift from the lightness of ‘our words once danced off the pages’ to the ‘shadowy abyss of yesterday’ emphasises how quickly situations change.
ReplyDeleteWe are always trying to find all the missing pieces to the puzzle. If that is madness, all of humanity is mad.
ReplyDeleteyearning is not easy to switch off...
ReplyDeletedeep carving ~
ReplyDeleteI feel your yearning in these words: I too have searched the stars for fragments of love, and occasionally found them!
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