Psimon Posted May 31, 2003 Report Share Posted May 31, 2003 You say... ***************** You say... that I will never understand what it feels like for a mother to lose a child You say... that I will never know the pain that is felt by a mother when she watches a tiny one lose it's battle to live You say... that I will never face the cold and terrible reality of the decision you made that day You say... that I will never think of that child every day thereafter for the rest of my life You say that I can never know these things because I am not a woman I say... nothing I am that child. © Psimon 30 May 2003 Dew-kissed leaves ********************** On the forest floor, midst dew-kissed leaves, my love and I lie gazing through the canopy of green and gold that lingers still against the turning of the season. Our breath appears as plumes of smoke rising up through the still air, as though our love has set the forest floor ablaze and we are but its first victims. We do not pay mind to the cold nor to the damp that no doubt will chill our bones this autumn morn, bringing harsh words from the cook when we return. Is that not the price lovers must pay? © Psimon 30 May 2003 Were I to dream ********************* Were I to dream of daffodils sprinkled loosely across a sea so green, tossed this way and that by a jaunty summer breeze compelling me to move in the same way - would I choose to wake? Were I to dream of you walking to me across this sea so green, your hair tossed freely about by that reckless summer breeze, your eyes locked to mine with lips inviting me to touch and taste the sweetness waiting there - would I choose to wake? Were I to dream of us holding hands across the sea so green, our fingers intertwined as our souls do likewise - even while the summer breeze warmly lifts our hearts to heaven on gentle wings - would I choose to wake? O day! Let me linger just a moment more with my beloved and let us complete what has begun this night, a life of love and happiness accomplished in an hour of soft, sweet repose. O night! Do not release me yet, I beg of you. Hold me fast to my love alone and let day's cares keep for just a while. You betray my love, dark night, as you surrender to the day what was not yours to give. My love to her and hers to me. And such a love as ours will not be denied by the coming of the dawn, but will be born anew when day gives up its light - surrenders all to dark sister of the sun, the lover's moon. © Psimon 31 May 2003 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted May 31, 2003 Report Share Posted May 31, 2003 Telling point in the first. In the second, without a hyphen between dew and kissed, my mind tries to make the kissed into a verb. Is that just me, or do you need a hyphen there? The prices lovers pay. You know the glow is wearing off when you notices the mosquitos during instead of after. Sleep perchance to dream (Shakespear of course), the oft heard refrain. All things are possible to dreamers, and all memories real. Dreaming is a wonderful way to appreciate life, to stop, examine, fastforward, to luxuriate. But only in waking world will the stuff of the really good dreams be forged. All that said, I still hate to go to bed and despise the alarm in the morn. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gwaihir Posted June 2, 2003 Report Share Posted June 2, 2003 WOW, I find 'You Say' really powerful. The perfect build-up to that ending! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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