Thursday, October 18, 2012

When Time Hands Me Leave to Love You -- October 18, 2012

 Marta Dahlig

When Time Hands Me Leave to Love You

Unfilled dreams visit me
and I pretend
thundering pain does not touch my soul
when I can't hear you say,
“I love you”
before I lay me down to sleep.
Still, I wonder
if I called out on the coldest night
would I hear nothing
but silence
inside the dreams
I keep.

In the morning hours

I write your name
in the air
with a hand of power,
creating an image
of  love's fire
that can never be lost
in thought.
A delightful understanding
becomes a sensation of living
with the eyes of my heart
wrapped around the words
I have sought.

My mind sings our story
even when I am alone.
It shouts
from an ocean
of heaven
with a tune swinging
to the countless beat
of our future need.
It paints our past
with long strokes of feeling
outside of  all the years
that were hidden
by a shadow's greed.

Here I stand as I am
with an invitation
circling my heart
creating a place
for you to be
when time hands me leave
to love you
with every breath
I breathe.
Although, I may not hear the words
from your lips
the eyes of my heart
hear you speak
with ears........
that see.

© 2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm

8 comments:

  1. Beautiful Neva ~

    J'aime particulièrement cette phrase.

    It paints our past
    with long strokes of feeling
    outside of all the years
    that were hidden
    by a shadow's greed.

    thank for sharing :)

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  2. "My mind sings our story..."

    Wonderful and insightful.

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  3. neva there is some lovely magic in this...

    In the morning hours
    I write your name
    in the air
    with a hand of power,
    creating an image
    of love's fire
    that can never be lost
    in thought....beautiful...and my mind sings our story....this is enchanting and lovely...

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  4. To be loved with that kind of strength no person could ever ask for anything more.

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  5. such a beautiful emotional poem Neva. I love it!

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  6. Another great write Neva. I get two meaning from this poem and I'm not sure which one to go with, maybe I should choose both. In the beginning I get this sense of a love lost over time, a feeling that has faded in life but lives on in the memory. On the other hand I see at the same time a permission to finally love the way the speaker wants to. Very well done as always.

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