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I fall into the MUSIC.
It seems to take me to another time.
It takes me to another place.
Where everything is always fine.
It takes me to another realm.
Where northing's ever wrong.
There's something about;
The back beat,in the back ground.
Along with the rhythm of the guitar.
The harmony of voices, I hear them all.
I don't know. How it pulls me in.
Somehow it always does.
Over and Over.
Again and Again.
My favorite songs.
Sung by my favorite poet.
I remember the night.
I gave him two dozen pink roses.
Inside the image.
I know, is locked-up;
The true heart & soul of a poet.
Staged creation.
Extraordinary I know.
He touches me deeply.
Inside my mind.
Inside my soul.
Over and Over.
Again and Again.
Penetrating the parts of me.
Even I may never know.
Who could have guessed.
With the right words strung together.
The soul could be caressed.
In stilling a feeling...
That pulls deep inside of me.
Beyond the heart.
Beyond the mind.
Way past even what,
I know to be soul.
His words somehow;
Feel like fragments of me.
Touch not the spirit.
Holding on to my soul.
The dream keeps growing.
His words keep flowing.
Leaving a mystery,
Of who I am.
Of who he wants to be.
Lovers, Longing.
Even in desperation.
Magnificent vivid imagery.
Singing almost painting.
Leaving visions that seep;
Inside of me. Forcing feelings.
Pulling so hard on my heart.
Pulling so deep in my soul.
Now as I begin to understand;
Part of him.
I also begin to understand;
Another part of me.
He wills me to understand.
Different aspects of myself.
I wonder how many others.
Succumb to these feelings.
I surely can not.
Stand alone.
Yet becoming;
Another creation of his Soul.
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