What Will Endure

It is with a sense of fondness that I bid you all farewell
You’ve taught me to unchain the heart that I had bound so well.

I feel rekindled in my soul for life beyond the grave
And know that though I leave you my love never goes away.

You who were most instrumental- loosening the clasps
Think well of me when I’ve moved on remember what I ask.

But ah, I know ’tis foolish thoughts to e’en recall my name
For in the end you’ll move on too- all soon forget my face.

I am the voice of him unheard.
I am the heart that can endure.
I am the one who stands alone.
I am the stranger no one knows.
I am the love still unrequited.
I am the dream that once delighted.
I am the road that no one traveled
I am the future that’s been trampled.

I am one of ten thousand songs
That’s never sung until they’re gone

I am the hope for something more
beyond the reach of closing doors.

I am the voice of him unheard
I am the heart that will endure.

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     Well it’s been awhile since I have included a personal note to my writings; I guess letting my work do the talking has appealed more to me as of late. But I wanted to take a moment here to thank you dear reader for your attention and consideration of my work. I wish nothing further save for a moment your mind be taken away from your personal struggles, problems, and whatever else may be weighing upon you and transported to my world of rhyme and often reminiscent nostalgia.

As this poem is, yet again, another speaking of goodbyes I cannot help but realize how fleeting is our interaction. How brief is any interaction. We say hello, we say goodbye, and the time spent in between, no matter how long, becomes nothing more than memories. Fleeting thoughts to be lost to our imaginations and locked away into histories forgotten. The best friend from high school, the first girlfriend, or the adopted uncle or aunt who has passed on. The dreams of youth. The first grade teacher.

Those forgotten, these remembered,
all whose legacies last forever:

These are the voices still unheard
These are the hearts that will endure.

Cheers to all,
E.L

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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.

 

Never Gone

It’s only when we reach the end

Of all that’s known will we begin

To press into that vast expanse

Of life beyond our present breath

And turn our eyes to future’s new

And welcome thoughts and dreams into

Our lives which once before were stale

Vapid from some windless gale

Of absolute monotony

Our hearts yearning to find reprieve

Our minds wishing for something more-

But fearing we won’t open doors

To where we’ve never gone before.

Lost Happiness

As moonlight casts its glow around
and shadows dance upon the ground
I walk upon this forlorn trail
of ancient and abandoned fairs
remnants of a wonder lost
when children’s eyes at last are washed
and cleansed from youthful ignorance
as time steals away innocence.
While joy which once so prominent
has fled apace to their lament
and tear-stained cheeks mellow the glow
of love once preciously unknown.

The carousel now creaks and sighs
upon its rusted hinge of life
remembering the former days
when children came and laughed and played.

Dejected from this mournful sight
I seek to turn away my eyes
But glancing in the mirror I
see what was not realized.
This fair once so ebullient
is nothing more than my lament
over the life I’d left behind
when ’twas life’s meaning I denied.

So out again upon the trail
I walk from that so doleful fair
whose mere exuberance at life
now’s withered from its mournful plight.

The clouds have seemed to block the moon
and shadows hold a deeper gloom
the wind has started creeping in
in forms of dark and desperate men,
while shivering I onward press
in search of that lost happiness.

Yet Another… Midnight Musing

It’s an odd state of mind within which I find myself tonight. As I lay supine on my bed reflecting upon the days transpirations while thoughts of life, love, meaning and purpose deftly tug and recede from my consciousness. Thus once again, from this idle mind’s ramblings over mountainous or tranquil expanses of thought, I invite you dear reader to my humble place of thoughtful midnight musings… Wherever this adventure may take us, I hope you enjoy.

~ E.L ~

For a seed of wonder and of doubt all at once has overgrown

And sudden I’m convinced to ponder all I’ve ever known.

What some might label childish or imbecility

Somehow has struck a chord within I find astonishing.

Have somehow mysteries yet spurned regained their conquered ground?

Have I relapsed so far apace that love will bring me down?

Thoughts of this light serve no purpose to embattled souls

As warriors we stand aloof from high and lofty goals.

Give place to innocence and meek, stand fast against the strain

Of evil seeking entrance in to plunder and to maim.

But ever guard that most precious entity of will

And soul and mind entwined in one- emotions there as well

But now at last witness the change as this one form appears

How have you fared so long yet still you cower back in fear?

Words once spoken out in haste and then so thoughtlessly

Now seem insignificant and beg higher degrees

But all intelligence combined of scholars or of sage

Would yet lack evidence enough for my fears to assuage

Enough of midnight ponderings lest words long winded be

Naught but evidence of life that still exists in me.

Goodnight to those who’ve tarried long and suffered through this page

Of thoughtful musings from a mind whose heart’s become engaged

To mysteries unspeakable before a certain day

When I crashed into one who seems at last to know my name

-KD

Come Home

The man at the counter stoic still
Few words spoken, fewer still
His heart heavy by stinging scars
Carved into his weary heart

The mass around him filled with glee
Laugh and dance so merrily
But in his world of cold disdain
None will ask from whence he came

So one last sip and out the door
Disappear at last before
They recognize he’s so alone
For no one cares if he comes home.