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 not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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