While tracing stars in my backyard,
I came to the conclusion,
that all the dreams through my extremes,
were ode to my confusion.
But this you knew, you understood,
you'd found me off the mark.
The light still shines through empty times,
you'd told me from the start.
It's just a phase of faded days.
It's just a jade of mind.
You've gone away, been led astray,
and now I cannot shine.
But in the stars I think I'll find
a trace of what seemed true.
A million signs from heated suns
won't complicate the view.
A million signs, or maybe one
will surly see me through.
And I can see what seemed so blind,
has truly come in view.
While tracing stars in my backyard,
I'll always be with you.
There's more to us than what we seem.
Much more to us than what we dream.
There's more to life than what we've found.
Much more to love to come around.
The whole trip hints upon illusion,...
and just a trace
of love's delusion.
Excellent poem! Profoundly deep, yet deceptively conversational on the surface. I think you speak for many silent lovers in this poem.
Starward