Robert Frost
Bluelighter
- Joined
- May 13, 2001
- Messages
- 38
i've wandered Blind through Desert Blizzards
Lost sight of god and Memory of myths--
i've perched on Mountains and watched the Sun
Rise and Set and Rise again--
i've reached for Life and Love
And found myself Hanging from a rope fastened to the Moon--
Unsure if it will Break and cast me into Darkness
Or Swing me headlong for the Stars:
Do you know the Feeling in my heart?
Do you know what i've been Searching for?
But to fly in an endless arc with You
Through Time and Space, Light and Shadow, Hand in Hand...
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Here is the background information. I really liked this friend of mine but did not know how to tell her. So I wrote this poem and gave it to her. At the time, I did not know if she liked me or not. So I was unsure as to how it was going to end up. Unfortunately, she was screwing my best friend (unbeknownst to me) at the time when I gave it to her. I had discussed with him the prospect of hooking up with this girl earlier in the week, and he told me to wait until after the summer. Later that week, they hooked up. I did not find out they were screwing until a week after I had given her the poem. I felt like I had made an ass out of myself to say the least...
[This message has been edited by Robert Frost (edited 14 May 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Robert Frost (edited 14 May 2001).]
Lost sight of god and Memory of myths--
i've perched on Mountains and watched the Sun
Rise and Set and Rise again--
i've reached for Life and Love
And found myself Hanging from a rope fastened to the Moon--
Unsure if it will Break and cast me into Darkness
Or Swing me headlong for the Stars:
Do you know the Feeling in my heart?
Do you know what i've been Searching for?
But to fly in an endless arc with You
Through Time and Space, Light and Shadow, Hand in Hand...
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Here is the background information. I really liked this friend of mine but did not know how to tell her. So I wrote this poem and gave it to her. At the time, I did not know if she liked me or not. So I was unsure as to how it was going to end up. Unfortunately, she was screwing my best friend (unbeknownst to me) at the time when I gave it to her. I had discussed with him the prospect of hooking up with this girl earlier in the week, and he told me to wait until after the summer. Later that week, they hooked up. I did not find out they were screwing until a week after I had given her the poem. I felt like I had made an ass out of myself to say the least...
[This message has been edited by Robert Frost (edited 14 May 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Robert Frost (edited 14 May 2001).]
