Comforter

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  • Lost Love

    Comforter

    I hold you to my body as the night moves on,

    I want to love you forever but I’m not that strong;

     

    We flew to the mountain in the passion of our pleasure,

    In the small hours of the night we gave without measure;

     

    We are now warm in our comfort in the coldness before dawn,

    I embrace you for a moment in the night before you are gone;

     

    I saw you at the edge of my dream with your arms open wide,

    I ran so hard to reach you as you faded into the night;

     

    Tell me the future as I look into your dream,

    Show me how my strengths are as frail as they seem;

     

    I hear the fool’s wind howling across this desolate land,

    I stare into the emptiness of my firm and foolish hands;

     

    I try so hard, my dear, to stop this crime

    But I know that this love can only last a short time;

     

    Just give me all of your love as the week’s ahead speed by

    But don’t waste your time telling me words I know are lies;

     

    I gazed into the darkness of our love so tender

    Than I closed my eyes to the light, unsure;

     

    I try so hard to understand what you want from me,

    I need to know what it is you won’t let me see;

     

    I’m just a simple nomad, I wander the night in fear,

    I need to know if it’s your voice on the fool’s wind that I hear;

     

    Tonight the world is gone as I’m lost in my sleep,

    Who will have mercy on the soul who swims in loves sea too deep?

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    centrella commented on Comforter

    11-02-2009

    you are truly gifted keep your head up...............

    graceladymn commented on Comforter

    10-04-2009

    A thought provoking piece that leaves an echo, then a moment of silence. Well done.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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