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bardic poetry

Spending more time

Drifting, falling, weightlessly,

In a warm embrace waking,

Feeling ever gratefully,

Of your acquaintance making.

Your smile it is radiant,

Your lips a cherry blossom,

Your affections ambient,

Like coloured leaves of autumn.

One bles-sed word recovers,

The curse of sorrow lifting,

A new world to discover,

With you in my arms drifting.

The embrace

Closer my arms outstretching,

Wrap my arms around nothing,

Wake alone just regretting,

Praying you might feel something.

Calling out in agony,

My pain I’d wish on no-one,

Not even my enemy,

Should carry this and go-on.

I’d give my life, anything,

Just to rest on your shoulder,

Arms around you spiralling,

Begging just to be closer.


Captured my heart imprisoned,

Only for your touch longing,

Lay awake I envision;

Your heart next to mine thronging.

I wonder if providence-

Might grant us a chance meeting,

Would your arms lack hesitance?

Would there be kissing, weeping?

My thoughts of you everyday,

My head in your neck, raptured,

My home, my one hideaway,

Still yours, forever, captured.

But somehow still alive

Gasping, clinging desperately,

To the parts you left behind,

To life grasping jealously,

Love and hope have been denied.

Still I dream of reunion,

In your warm lap I awake,

But it’s just an illusion,

Faded away by daybreak.

Why am I still existing?

Some shred of hope still clasping,

On dreams of love subsisting,

I go on dying, gasping.

Welcome advance

Sleeping beauty awaken,

In my arms resting softly,

Your green eyes I’m quite-taken,

Muse on your dark hair oftly.

Truly you are beautiful,

But inside a heart gilded,

A soul pure and scrutable,

Praise be the God that willed-it.

Will we have our rendezvous?

Will our love be worth keeping?

Will you wake up next-to-me?

Or simply go on sleeping.

I dreamt about her again…

Naked, our hearts unravelled,

Lips against mine so tender,

A dream, a road untravelled,

A taste of bitter splendor.

Although just a fantasy,

I felt them still, I’m certain,

I touched your heart candidly,

I peaked behind the curtain.

I felt your warmth embracing,

But then it slowly faded,

Smell of your hair displacing,

Leaving me feeling naked.

Ghost of me

Traces of you, mementos,

You hear me when you’re sleeping,

Carrying like undertows,

The sky is bruised and bleeding.

Cast aside so easily,

That time and love meant nothing,

Why guard your heart so jealously,

Inside theres naught but stuffing.

Poured out my heart, everything,

No lies, no secret places,

Love can be a deadly-thing,

Remain’s these ghostly traces.

Katherine, let me love you…

Accept me dear Katherine,

Though its more than I deserve,

Pierced by loves cruel javelin,

Although it feels trite, absurd.

Leave so much left unanswered,

So many things left unsaid,

Yet still I am enamored,

You linger in my bullhead.

Never false or saccharine,

I loved your every aspect,

I’d give my life, Katherine,

But you simply won’t accept.

Twin flame cold stone

Bereft I lie listlessly,

Do I give up or persist?

The love you spern carelessly,

It seems hopeless to insist.

Would you have me disappear?

Just fade into the shadows,

True, that would be easier,

Than for you to feel exposed.

Think about what could’ve-been,

If I had but one request,

That vile fate not contravene,

And then leave me so bereft.

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