Monday, July 2, 2012

Long Time

All of these soft, warm nights 
going to waste...
when I ought to be 
lying in your arms
under the moon- the dearest arms in all the world.
darling arms I love so to feel
around me.
How much longer before
they'll be here to stay?
when I do get home again,
you'll certainly have a most 
awful time
ever moving me
one inch from you


Sometimes when you are trying
not to think about something
it keeps popping back
into your head
and you can't help it.
You think about it
and think about it
and think about it
until your brain feels
like a 
squashed pea.


Then she quickly shifted
her eyes to a distant spot,
as though she were
looking far ahead,
looking but not
seeing anything.


Name all the people you're
always thinking about...
People are poetry.


All of it together makes 
you look up into the sky 
and believe in 
everything
you ever wanted to 
believe in.


Do not let a moment go by
that doesn't remind you that your
heart beats
100,000 times a day 
and that there are enough gallons 
of blood to make you an ocean.
Do not settle 
for letting these waves settle
and the dust collect
in your veins.

1 comment:

  1. People are poetry. True indeed.
    You are blessed. You have a way with words.
    I'm so glad I found your page. :)

    xoxo

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