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FEBRUARY BLUES
Snow on hills
Cold biting winds snap
Where to go, where O my heart?
City folks laugh
They have tuned themselves
To the humdrum of living.
Green boughs smile
Yet I ignore them
What is spring without Daphne!
I forget
That I too exist
As I pull darkness on me.
Dreams come
And in them she comes
Ah if sleep had not ended!
I am dazed
Yet I cannot stop
Carrying on for my needy.
Adnan* says
Go to where she is
High up there waiting for you.
I want to
But there is a chain
Which does not let go of me.
The bondage
Of body and soul
Continues to shackle me.
I can't believe I missed this one!
This one was more so sad than poignant to me. I think everyone at one time or another has wanted to die but its a big leap to go that next step and actually attempt it. Mostly we wish to die to escape pain at least that was the way it was for me and it sounds like that was the way it was with you and now, don't you see just why that chain you wrote of was in place? You must tell me also if you see that body you are in now as a shackle still? I somehow suspect there will come a day sir when you are very glad you have that body when you meet your often mentioned Beloved Rare Woman. I'm not just another pretty face Sir Poet. I can read between your lines but truly my friend I am very happy for you and I pray both of you have a very long and very healthy loving life together and that you never ever wish to escape this life again. again, you know who!........so why type it? smiles fondly...........