I looked into his eyes today.
Just curious for this joy, I pay,
The price of knowing now or then...
The rainbow colors that dwell within.
For green the beauty looking back,
With all the love I seem to lack.
Appears to be a friend in need,
In my reflection he plants the seed.
Of years of friendship...good or bad,
The tender love we never had.
And eyes of emeralds, with flecks of gold,
Browns sponge-painted upon colors bold.
The sadness so familiar too,
In mirror images of me and you.
The possibilities of future lingers,
As fate has pointed it's fickle finger.
Upon the likes of us... my friend,
A desire for you to take my hand.
And become pals with miles between,
Two pairs of eyes and one the greens.
And mine of blue that warmly stare,
Upon a friend that isn't there.
For you are happy in your space,
Now I am gone without a trace.
Of love I held within my soul,
And all the dragons that came to scold...
The virgin of the forest glen,
With all the chances that have been,
To come and free her from her plight.
My last chance gone...with this good knight.
God speed upon this rainy day,
Until the chance for you to play.
This game for real with hearts afire,
To come and quench this deep desire.
And smile upon my world ,dear friend
Then ride away, with hand in hand.
The insight in this poem is immeasureable. The understanding, The longing and the love you have are incredible, I love the way you chose your words here to carefully paint us a picture and tell us your story at the same time. This is one of my most favored of yours.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D