Long (in your absence), I sang (to the stars, to escape oblivion), this song:
If I would send you flowers
they'd be the prettiest ones
(like you!)
but they'd soon fade and die.
If I would write you poetry
it would have fine rhyme and form
(like you!)
but it might make you cry.
I wish you, then, the eternal stars;
for they are like my heart and love:
yours forever!!
Love's flowers,
Love's poetry,
the stars,
.......and I!!
My gifts..........forever.
Ask what I'll trade for this? :
I'm tired of tasting salt!!
Send me ONE, just O N E kiss!!
Tell me that loneliness is not my fault!!
Purge my lips of their loneliness,
and dry my tears of these sorrows.
If you'll resurrect my hopefulness,
I'll love you for 1,000 tomorrows.
Drops of Life, one-by-one-by-one,
from night into day I mourne.
Tears of Love forever come;
from wrenching heart I groan.
"How many stars ARE there?" you state;
to count them ALL man cannot live.
But just as many kisses I'll take
if you will just so many give!!
Long (in your absence), I sang
(to the stars, to flee oblivion), this song.
And I prayed the two-word prayer
that is the ache of the yet-hoping hopeless:
"O, God!
O, God!"
This is one of your most touching poems. I know it touched me deeply.
Jessica