You made me believe again and not in second chances but hope in its truest form that destiny romances
and there is just a way red ribbons burning down left upon your walls lonely on your crown
that you could once release never show the world to me but just a tiny piece of all you seem to be
you are something sacred you are more than words the missing incantation bloodletting from your swords
I remember another time in another far off place we met like this on a road once but you didnt know my face
you said hello traveler would you like to stop a while? hear a tale of a weary wander whos walked too many miles
and you sang and I listened and I swear i heard it true it was not just another melody but truly a piece of you
and you laid it in the air and it gently drifted down into the fires crackling light then landed on the ground
it sprouted up and bloomed upon my very grave been going on eternities the one i can not save a moment that escapes me i knew it by its scent it calls to me for release and i think its heaven sent
it seems to sell no sense now but blink and try i might to close my eyes and dream within this fallow night
there came another whisper of a song i heard before a thousand years this lonely road weve walked it all before
but still we keep on meeting and still we act surprised like nothing more than children along for a quiet ride
but it was anything but because the song it carried through it told me of the growing and it told me of the yew
and there was a light in the middle and a place i could not name burning yearning capturing something akin to flame
upon your shoulders down the small of your back id like to finish the story but i think im losing track
but someday it will come to me and i sware ill write it down right this wrong and walk on through not just another town
waiting on the outskirts to hear that song just one more time and find my way home
The tree it lives forever within and around it sheds its own light upon the beacon drowned
I swore that i would find you and now im glad to wait all it costs is happen stance and carrying the weight
Now the words are tired the stories had its fill its time to sleep and dream again up upon that hill.
Where once two weary travelers met in the midst of night glowing gleaming blinding but somehow it was right.
The shape of heart mishapen and leaden lay the key but all im asking is for stories you to come and go with me
Free in your ways and me in mine take flight in the sky and recognize the time
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Posted: Nov 2022
About this poem:
I wrote this a while back. I believe i wrote it for my soulmate. Theres a story that goes with it from childhood. I dont know if its true but it gives me something to believe in when life is cold and lonely. It sits with me and warms me by the fire. When i was in kindergarten there was a little girl. She had read a book about reading palms. It was just a silly kids game. So i let her read mine. She told me i would be married twice, once for a short time, which i was, to my first wife for a year when i was very young man. A second time to my second wife for a very long time, which i was 23 years. She even told me I would have two kids, which i did a boy and a girl. Then she said I would meet somebody, with red hair to spend the rest of my life with. I try not to read to much into things but sometimes its nice just to have something to believe in you know? Even if its not true i guess its not hurting anybody to keep a little bit of faith in your back pocket. Hope you enjoy the poem and I wish you all the best in your own travels. May your journey lead you to your own heart and home.
Very nice story. Every life lived is unique in its own ways. We keep our back pockets full of memories and dreams still to come true. Thanks for sharing. SM
shinjoraiOPLaurens, South Carolina USANov 13, 2022
Thats a very nice comment, Im glad to hear you enjoyed it, thanks very much and i hope you have a good night.
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