LadyBlackAdder Poetry (6)

I was only a bird
Who tried to take you under my wing
But you clipped my feathers!
Will I ever fly again?

When I walked down your street again that day
I didn't think your face would be the first one I'd see
I was nearly confused by your smile
By your happy rush to greet me
But you didn't know that I had left to forget you
You didn't know my heart
That I had thought so apparent, so transparent.
(You hadn't ever thought of me in that way.)
So I smiled back at you,
Returned your friendly greeting
Shook your outstretched hand
Chatted about things that did not matter
While searching in your eyes again
For something I would never see
And the pain, which had dissolved over time,
Came back anew
And I knew again
That your friendship was too hard to keep
(And too precious to lose forever.)
There is no answer
When the question is unrequited

Knowing it won't last
I look out at the pale sea
Painted under a dark sky
Parted and picked over by foam flecked monsters
Writhing and wriggling with painful glee.
Piano, cello and flute
Fraying my nails to the root.

My voice is lost -
Rigid and tied to a pole
Way out on the pale sea.
My colours are eaten by foam flecked monsters
Who have carved out my life role.
Harmonica and saxophone
Sound out a fleeting groan

Still believing that hope is there
Waiting out on the pale sea
To return on the incoming tide.
A battle rages against the foam flecked monsters
A battle of time and poetry.
Tuba, trumpet and bass
Maintaining a clumsy grace.

I have spend too much time
Holding you in my dreams
That my arms feel empty
When I awake
And I ache
With twisted longing
For your touch
For your hand to caress
The small of my back
For the sound of your laughter
In my ear
To hear
Your deep voice
Singing me to sleep.

I pray for forgetfulness
But long to relive
Each treasured moment
Each lost dream
When blinded by the gleam
Of reality
Totality
Banality
I lose you all over again.

I will sit in the far corner of life
Observing where it all came from,
And where it is going,
Allowing it to flow like a river through time
Touching but gently all that it passes.

All that is flowing through me
Leaving thought in its' wake
Touching me in a way
That it can touch no one else
And leaving me in a way
That changes me and it forever.

When you topple off the top
It hurts more
Than if you fall
When you are already low
What the easiest excuse?
-"I was afraid to try it"-
But if you never try
You will never taste the sky.

Take off,
Take wing,
Fly
And if you fall,
At least you have felt
The rush.