...and bring you home to me

0 Comments

  • nayachiro
  • is going to Ohio to see the grandchildren, what fun !

...and bring you home to me

I don't want to be around 

when the leaving time has come.

I don't want to see your face 

when I just walk out that door.

 

There's been many times

I packed my bag 

and many more I didn't,

teeth held against words.


I never brought forth

what you wished for;

your ecstatic night's dream

revealed so long ago.

 

Morning light again,

familiar silence, 

laying beside me,

turned the other way.

 

Damn, still I stay

fastened here

searching for the key

to open your heart ...

Poem Comments

(0)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

nayachiro’s Poems (31)

Title Comments
Title Comments
nowhere 2
Poetry Saved Me 1
Winter Rose 4
Set Free 1
Feelings 4
Shake 0
dream 0
...and bring you home to me 0
For You 2
Poem to Ann 0
Standing Here 1
Engulfed 1
Morning 0
Fixing a window 0
Like the Wind 0
Truth 0
Sweet Comfort 0
Foolish 0
Clearlight 0
Marshmallow 0
Sex over 50 5
Discard Loneliness 0
Holy Dance 0
Stanley Park 0
Wild Geese 0
Writing 0
falling rain 0
When I am gone 0
Out 0
For Kitty 0
Sacred life 1