Mile after Mile

My heart may be broken, my body so tired

My hope may have fallen away for awhile

But then I look up and when I see You smile

I recall how you’re always there mile after mile.

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My Folly

You thought I cried for you when my eyes closed from the tears
And laughing you found someone new- I could never keep you here.

But in reality- I thought that you should know
those tears I cried were meant for me- I cry them all alone

For I knew in my heart somehow that you would never stay
but still I fooled myself to think that I could find a way

But in that laughing moment as I watched you walk away
Those tears were o’er my folly letting you my heart invade.

 

At Last

It happened without fanfare

No music drifted through the air

I realized without remark

Close on the heels of a weary heart

With bitterness fading away

I thought that I would be okay

Until what moved and took its place

Was the result of battles waged

Which till this moment I had won

Or at the least had held my own

But without crying, without tears

Without love, or borrowed fears

The one who always stood so strong

At last fell before the throng.

And final cognizant reflections 

Realize climactic sentences

Do not preceded the paeons cry

But merely follow his sad life

And I that troubled paeon be

For life at last has broken me.

In Despair

Remember when the darkness comes

And I’m no longer there

That you were one who withheld hope

When I was in despair

I wish not equivocity

But rather love is shared

Alas though we’ll not strive again

We’re cursed within this glare.

A fabled mystic long ago

Once spoke a solemn prayer

But quickly you’ve forgot it

And settled for pious heirs

Clinging to vestiges of hopes

So laden down with fears

You’ve lost the heart and mind to fight

As poisoned by the air.

So breath it in and breath it out

Pretend you’re unaware

Of who it was offered no hope

When I was in despair.

Empty Love

Looking for love in all the wrong places
Dancing through nights with nameless faces
Hoping for something more than what’s past
Maybe the next time true love will last.

But then comes the morning in cold emptiness
The night before but a bitter remembrance
True love is a myth or else just a dream
Hiding for years or so it would seem.

Then cyclical return of the bottle and more
Take two glasses, three- Then swallow before
the evening comes crashing down in a blaze
of passionate ecstacy- Everyone’s dazed

And as the night closes in on those lost
They deaden their minds to let hearts pay the cost
For while looking for love in all the wrong places
They spend their lives dancing with nameless faces.