How can it be better then this
when your facing me
holding me in your grasp
clutching me to you
keeping me safe
from woes and betides
that lurk in the darkness
what would be easier then to fall
deep into your eyes
and simply float away
their boats maybe sinking
all around them so
beyond saving
but I will always have
in you my saving grace
and whilst the rain falls
and the sun shines
leafs turn red an yellow
cold winds blow sheltered in you
I find myself secure
to be but always me
words said undone
passed and left
is of no consequence
but for this moment
when you tell me
I am I will be
the only one
to catch you when you fall
upon the rising tides
of the storms below
~X~
3 comments:
You are a true poet, for each time I read this, I discover a deeper meaning beneath the surface of the words, A stormy ocean-'tis safer to return to shore, plant one's feet on solid ground-fewer ups and downs-but not nearly as exhilarating. Beautiful fear.
I love this piece. But it made me cry. Unbelieveably accurate description of that feeling.
~Jody
It can not be better honey
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