Phoenix (A Sorrowful Mystery)

Six letters in a name
Whatever thoughts of me still remain
In your mind I can't comprehend
With mystery at every bend

For you, what am I worth?
To me, you're more than the earth
And so scared am I to move
And to you, my passion prove

But even a sweet farewell
To me, you did not tell
For you left without even a glass slipper
With my heart a burning cinder

Like a forest set to burn
My heart's ashes fill their urn
But still a spark exists
With ardor and all its gifts

Just waiting for your call
Into your hands, my heart would fall
Like a phoenix risen from the ashes
It would circle you in endless passes

If only you would just say
The words that would make my day
But I doubt you even know
All the romance I could show

So until then, I wait
In sorrow at your gate
Until you call my name
And my spark becomes our flame

No matter how much more love my heart does lose
Know it's lit by a never-ending fuse
Waiting for your spark
To bring me out of the dark.

14 June 2011

I Wish (A Poem About Mystery)

Do you feel the way that I do feel?
With feelings of passion, so very real?
As real as the wind that blows through your hair
And the rain that falls on your skin so fair

For how I wish I were a raindrop
From cloud to cloud, you know I'd hop
To find a way in which on you I'd fall
And feel you close, my heart enthralled

For how I wish I were the wind
An innocent thing that never sinned
And blow upon your face so close
It would be sweet, just like glucose

And how I wish I were the sun
I'd drench you in my rays so fun
And in the cold, I'd keep you warm
And keep you safe form every harm

For don't you know you are the rain
That falls on me and numbs the pain
That the world does heave on me
Don't you know I long for thee?

For don't you know you are the wind
That I wish no one ever rescind
That makes my heart beat so fast
And fills its ocean so very vast

And don't you know you are the sun
That shone on me when we begun
And you thawed my heart that was once ice
And made me warm, so very nice.

11 June 2011

Your Arms (A Poem About Mystery)

The pale white lines of your arms, my dear
Cause my wand'ring gaze to draw near
For once again, you are alone
Still and silent like a stone

You bring me light with your golden presence
What have I done to deserve this sentence?
For it pains me far more than death
To see you far away from my breath

The clouds, they do get darker
The falling rain is my marker
For love does tend to come for me
As rain does fall, so heavenly

And with the falling rain, I see
Redness on the cheeks of she
Whose presence does consume my soul
Whose hand has become my highest goal

For all the flowers that I could name
Were cast aside and put to shame
When our two paths did come together
And on my heart was placed a tether

For how sad was life before she came
How everything was all the same
So grey and full of loathing
WIthout a thing worth holding

And now I have a thing most precious
So beautiful and mysterious
That does take me by the heart
To this brand new, glorious start.

One of those Poems

I used to think I walked alone
I thought I'd end up like a stone
So cold and frozen without the warmth you bring
With nothing to do but write and sing

I was waiting for your call in my silent shell
And like an angel's, your call fell
I never got to tell you how much I liked you
And how I'd never want us to be through

You still fill my coloured dreams at night
In which for you, I always fight
I really do hope you put into words
The way you feel, like chirps from birds

And with your voice so beautiful,
You'd finally make my empty heart full
When will you look into my eyes
And tell me that you finally realize

That it's you that keeps my heart in motion
And that you've got me stronger than any potion
That whenever I see the first star in the sky,
I wish I'd finally catch your eye

That without you, my shore has no sea
Without you, my dove is not free
Without you, I'm a prisoner in a cage
That you'll be in my heart for all age

That maybe, you feel the same way
Oh, how I wish would come that day
When you would take my hand and say
That with me, you'd forever stay. ♥

Birthday Poem

I thought I would try something different. I've got this typecasted image of the poem I wrote today for my birthday. I thought it would be more personal. I hope you like it:D. Yes, I did write this myself.

She's coming...

This poem has a second part, describing my feelings after the event. I shall put that up soon. Enjoy.

What great gifts fate has brought forth
That my luck began to look north
Rain so missed has fallen down
In the girl who wears a gown

I gladly thank the heavens dear
They thought of me and brought me cheer
For what joy it is to bear
That the air you breathe, with me you share

But would you dare to hold my hand?
And take me to that foreign land?
Of things so pretty and majestic
And in your eyes, I'd see that magic

And in your pale, white face, I would find
That yellow sun that brightly shined
But would you let me into your world?
So beautiful with flow'rs unfurled

And so, I ask you , pretty thing
Would you ride so soft upon my wing?
And soar with me into the sky,
And into Love, together fly?

18 July 2010
10:45 a.m.

Shoulder

The first of three in my "Poems About a Girl Whose Name Ends With the Letter 'T'" series.

Let me hold your pale white shoulder
So we may keep warm as it grows colder
On it does drape your hair
without a will or wish or care

It is such a pretty thing to look at
For there both angels and demons sat
Whispering words into your ears
Easing you through love and fear

I wish to take their place so dear
And be with you forever near
So sweet as in a dream
Softened by love's warmest stream

26 June 2010