unanswered

Can you look into my eyes for a moment my friend?
I need to know something
Can you look deep into my soul my friend?
I need some answers

Can you see anything?
Can you find anything?
Would you care to tell me what?
Would you care to find out?

Can you feel the pain?
I feel heartbreak
Can you see anger?
I feel let down

Can you feel the hunger?
I've lost so much
Can you see the lies
I've done too much

Can you feel depression?
I am lost
Can you see the tears
I am dry

Can you feel sorrow?
Coz I feel hollow
After the turmoils
And all the pain

Can you look into the depths of my soul
reflected through the window of my eye?
I've tried to search my soul
Maybe I haven't tried enough
Would you help me my friend?
Would you? Can you?

Have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills
Coming in solemn beauty like slow old tunes of Spain:
I have seen the lady April bringing in the daffodils,
Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

I have heard the song of the blossoms and the old chant of the sea,
And seen strange lands from under the arched white sails of ships;
But the loveliest things of beauty God ever has showed to me
Are her voice, and her hair, and eyes, and the dear red curve of her lips.

All the love that history knows,
is said to be in every rose.
Yet all that could be found in two,
is less than what I feel for you.

WISH

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

benummed

Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Less at its features than its darkening frame
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd's crook.
Beyond, a garden. There, in insolent ease
The lead and marble figures watch the show
Of yet another summer loath to go
Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.

Now that I have your face by heart, I look.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read
In the black chords upon a dulling page
Music that is not meant for music's cage,
Whose emblems mix with words that shake and bleed.
The staves are shuttled over with a stark
Unprinted silence. In a double dream
I must spell out the storm, the running stream.
The beat's too swift. The notes shift in the dark.

Now that I have your voice by heart, I read.

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see
The wharves with their great ships and architraves;
The rigging and the cargo and the slaves
On a strange beach under a broken sky.
O not departure, but a voyage done!
The bales stand on the stone; the anchor weeps
Its red rust downward, and the long vine creeps
Beside the salt herb, in the lengthening sun.

Now that I have your heart by heart, I see.