Here I sit,
Alone today,
A lady I know,
Will go away.

She leaves me here,
Me by myself,
Does she know?
Just how I felt?

Long ago,
This happened once,
I left her then,
I was a dunce.

It hurt me so,
I did not fight,
Even though,
I could be right.

Those feelings gone,
Lost in space,
A feeling gone,
A pain, no grace.

The years they passed,
Without a trace,
To never return,
They had no place.

The depths of time,
I put away,
Emotions lost,
I never swayed.

The things I held,
So dear and true,
Were locked away,
Beneath eyes so blue.

The smile I had,
Was gone so long,
The frown was set,
It hurt my song.

I locked them up,
My feelings tight,
I locked them down,
Deep from the light.

A day I knew,
Would come again,
I longed for it,
I wondered when.

I prayed, I thought,
For many years,
To learn again,
To shed some tears.

So long ago,
I closed my eyes,
I slept so sound,
I dreamed of you.

I looked so far,
I looked so near,
I searched in vain,
For one so dear.

I searched in vain,
Through all the years,
To find a way,
To shed my fears.

I found that smile,
So fresh, so true,
It melted me,
The Ice of blue.

That smile of yours,
Could warm a heart,
That years ago,
Was torn apart.

I know not when,
Yet I will leave,
This cave of mine,
The world too see.

To see the things,
From in my past,
I need to see,
If this will last.

A laugh, a smile,
A funny thing,
Has made my life,
My heart, both sing.

I think of all
Good things done,
At times it seemed,
That we were one.

The walk we took,
Down by the lake,
The bridge we crossed,
It seemed like fate.

I know not where,
Of this indeed,
I do not follow,
Nor do I lead.

The path I take,
Alone I can,
But holding hands,
Is my real plan.

I searched the world,
I heard it sing,
I searched its depths,
To find something.

To find that thing,
To find a dove,
From far away,
A thing called Love.

Craig

good one my poetic brother...

I agree...
Very nice...

it was very beautiful and speaks of so much beneath the surface.

we are very deep,this I do agree,
like th' many branches,of a great tree,
or old ice flows,floating out to sea,
we have many sides of true to see,
like fine cut gemstones,you and me,
it is this,that makes us whole,
to dance as one,but apart from soul....

very nice poem