Promise

September 3, 2007

A wrote this in reply to the previous poem, "You Can't Be Right." He based it lightly on a piece by Pablo Neruda. You'll see how he captured my heart...



For me, I'll never be alone, like the stars
Even as they hang aloft in lonely skies
They blaze forever a feeling that can never diminish
A thousand miles is no further than my reach
For I am always with you
In some blessed mountain, whispering
To waking leaves lined with silver trees, that
I'll be waiting, so if you come, you'll find me,
I promise

But like this place, we are all dying
Suffocating under guilt
I have made questions, which I can't answer.
I need to know, but I guess it's more important
To be known. And to you,
I'm neither.

But in this place, I feel like I have stepped out of time.
To a place where I feel you through the dark, so close as the night
Breaking upon day. A place where I does not exist, nor you
So close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Though this is time, nor am I out of it.

And so I bear these feelings, these thoughts
Which only certain dark things are to be dreamed of
In secret, between the shadow and the sould
I care for you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
I feel you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
Yet not a word is said, nor gesture made, I'm saving them
For you.

So if you come, you'll find me.
I promise.

For you, always. As always, all ways.

~A.M.

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