Unforgetable.

   


The shadows across your face..
I should have chased away..I should.
But like an obstinate stranger immersing from the rain
Soaked through to when we could contain not,
The primitive feelings within truly unbelievably so.
With the gusting of the wind the rain without refrain,
I stand there taking root as I call your name..
Memories intact when I was younger, much younger than now
Before my eye's I realise imaginings so pure. so pure in my mind.
As a poet in his own world, head in the in clouds going on about mesmerised..
Pictures before his eyes, real or imagery..I know not.
The pictures he paints he paints in his mind, the dark the light the love
Painting the laughter the love the night, when the euphoria takes hold
Of all his imaginings, and uncontrollable in his mind, certainly.
The smell of the page's, as he writes his verses his phrases of love.
The long road I walk alone, my thoughts in disarray..
There are shadows as I speak phantoms everywhere..
Is it you or not, real or imaginary,
Whispering in the darkness of night, my phantom and I
Am wondering why at, the other side of midnight finding myself reliving my day's my life..
Whether he cares or not,
In my troubled mind casting asunder, torn between me the man living his poetry
Dragging reliving whether he cared or not
In his blood, deep in his mind his crowded mind,
He can sleep not, his mind his verses his words his phrases awaiting the moment,
Within his soul reaching deeply within..
Creating poetry upon poetry
Searchingly unaware that he in his dilemma,
Could find not where home should be
Truly lonesome me on my own without you..Sadness within
But wherever you go your shadow I've crossed in semi-awareness semi-sleeplessness.
I can only speak my verses from me to you..
Unforgettable..That kiss.
When we're alone.