What a lie
that I can own the moon,
The untruth
Which makes me think
I can hold the sun
It is selfishness
To believe
that someone feels
As I do
Or expect that love
Will return
Just as light arrives
On a brand new day
Seeing the green grass
Grow to only whither
As winters wind
Begins to blow,
The heart felt chilling
Bitter cold
Which steals away
Springs green glow
How can the freedom
Of truth be known,
When still staring
Into the heart
Of the storm
That is sure to come
Is the sun shining
On the other side,
I don't really know
If my thoughts
Of lasting love
Will die as autumn foliage
sprouting new buds
On the days of sun
All I can do
Is watch the seasons
Come and go,
For I have no control
Of the out come,
I can only hope
That I will get to see
Once again the fluttering
Of a butterfly
As I wait for the cocoon
Of spring to arrive.
Is this just a dream
Of when I was young
Does the butterfly
Really exist in a place
Where I can sit
And just watch it fly
Or has that butterfly
Already passed me by
Comments
Ohhhh MY !!!
Its early or late depending on your point of view but I wanted you to know id been here and id read this absolutely brilliant poem
I think this one has to be up there with one of my fav's from you but I will always remember your poem for your loved one I think you know which one I mean, it had such an impact on your life back then and I have never forgotten
beautiful to see you back round my friend we have to catch up privately very soon I have much to tell you
love always Jayne xxx
Jayne,
It's nice to hear from you, really thanks for stopping by to read.
Will see you around the site.
Eddie C.
Sorry,
Sorry for getting to this poem so late, but very glad i got here. A very clever poem that i enjoyed immensely. Regards Roscoe....
Thanks for stopping by, I had
Thanks for stopping by, I had forgot about this one. I had to read it again to remember where my thoughts were in that moment. Nice thanks for the read!
Eddie C.