ApsychoticMind
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jun 21, 2000
- Messages
- 86
Was summer ago, seems as only last.
That I was confronted by such beauty:
Thus all this is now past.
It was the middle of the 8 month, on a cool summers day.
As the foamy crest of the waves crash on the white sands where you lay.
And as the tides came in to softly kiss your feet, I gazed, cowardly from against a lampost on the street.
And it was from this lampost, on this cool summers day, that I called out for you, with words my lips wouldn't say.
Thoughts replay; As the breeze carried a fine mist across the air.
I remained entranced.
Compelled to do nothing more but to adoringly stare.
Humble and silent still;
I lovingly stare.
Visions possess an enlightened psyche,
two stand embraced, caressing lightly.
Beauty conquering; Fearful, silently seduced by the temptress.
But such things are only dreams, relentless and heartless.
Like this undying pain.
What ever I fathomed of being with you slain.
Yet still on this lampost I feel I must remain.
Fear consumed, here I stand.
Still in the wind, motionless in the sand.
A battle fought, a lose added to the last.
And I nothing more than reminisce regretfully,
of a time come and long past.
(Sorry for such a dramatic twist. Result of the mood I was in when I wrote this)
[This message has been edited by ApsychoticMind (edited 28 June 2000).]
That I was confronted by such beauty:
Thus all this is now past.
It was the middle of the 8 month, on a cool summers day.
As the foamy crest of the waves crash on the white sands where you lay.
And as the tides came in to softly kiss your feet, I gazed, cowardly from against a lampost on the street.
And it was from this lampost, on this cool summers day, that I called out for you, with words my lips wouldn't say.
Thoughts replay; As the breeze carried a fine mist across the air.
I remained entranced.
Compelled to do nothing more but to adoringly stare.
Humble and silent still;
I lovingly stare.
Visions possess an enlightened psyche,
two stand embraced, caressing lightly.
Beauty conquering; Fearful, silently seduced by the temptress.
But such things are only dreams, relentless and heartless.
Like this undying pain.
What ever I fathomed of being with you slain.
Yet still on this lampost I feel I must remain.
Fear consumed, here I stand.
Still in the wind, motionless in the sand.
A battle fought, a lose added to the last.
And I nothing more than reminisce regretfully,
of a time come and long past.
(Sorry for such a dramatic twist. Result of the mood I was in when I wrote this)
[This message has been edited by ApsychoticMind (edited 28 June 2000).]
