The nights are long and you search the streets
Never the equal of you to meet
A little is here and a little is there
Not quite enough to completely compare
The ego of one with the Id of another
A desire to suck in, entrap and to smother
For dreams that escape with a victim suspect
In a space of lost time where senses detect
A smile that's inviting, a sameness of heart
A face with my spirit, a shadow and sparks
Eyes that hold images locking with same
Passing in darkness he whispers my name
Scars with soft tissues embedded in souls
A heart reaching out to break your mold
Faces are masked and asking to dance
With a night showing promise
Passions with chance
As long as I'm walking
Each step on a stone
Streets full of people
In pairs or alone
Showing their love or blending in grays
When the sun hits the shadows
Then I've seen better days
Challenge is an issue for each fated step
Becomes progress in finding the Id with my depth
For lust is one thing that passion can't hide
And if wishes were horses more fools would ride.
A never ending search Susan...but keep on. Such challenging concepts we are often to impatient to accept or understand...just like those wishes! Super write.
Taylor
Impressed by this one Suzan, it really has a lot of deep and meaningful messages wrapped in compassionate feelings that burst from your heart and soul. Well doen my dear.
Fee
Reviewed by A. Santo (Reader)
Reviewed on June 9, 2006
"And if wishes were horses more fools would ride." :) You can spin a phrase better than any one I know. Love and lust are confused to the point of absurdity and in the wake of the confusion comes heartache and chaos.
oh, Susan, you've said so much here, oh the truths, oh how you simply know
here--the ID, the Human Condition, and sigh...got to me this as it somehow just struck home, hard and you are so passionate in your writing and ahhh...I, also love those last two lines...
Oh wish i could be here more...
in any case, this, ah, Susan...this is all too honest and so so good,
Hugs!
mich
When you meet the one that sets your heart on fire all else is lost in the haste to quench the flame.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 9, 2006
Did you hear me sigh? It was loud enough. More of a barking sigh. Something caught in my throat about the time you wrote, "Passing in darkness he whispers my name." That, then, is how it is. When you name is whispered in that special way you have been selected to receive THAT love which you shall never forget, no matter how life that love. When sitting on that porch in old age, life spent, but old lovers eyes still glimmer with desire for that special one that whispered your name. This one I felt. But then, you know that already, huh?
Reviewed by Martin Hebert (Reader)
Reviewed on June 9, 2006
~~Susan~~another wonderful poem that i can relate to~~
~~martin~~
Reviewed by Crystal Silver Angel (Reader)
Reviewed on June 9, 2006
(((Susan ))) the profound imagery is beautiful..You have a rare gift of taking the reader into the depths of the scene, raw..Excellent..
From the Caribbean Sea to Machu Picchu in Peru, and from birds to flowers and butterflies, Reflections and Treasured Wonders offers a collection of images gathered from around the world.
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
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here--the ID, the Human Condition, and sigh...got to me this as it somehow just struck home, hard and you are so passionate in your writing and ahhh...I, also love those last two lines...
Oh wish i could be here more...
in any case, this, ah, Susan...this is all too honest and so so good,
Hugs!
mich
eT
~~martin~~
Peace & Love,
Dove
There never is quite a love again, than the one who captured your heart..
A wonderful and romantic repost
Peter