Unforgettable

Unforgettable

The shadows across you face
I should have chased away
I should have...
But like an obstinate stranger emerging from the rain
Contain could not soak through.
Truly unbelievable so.
With the wind gusting the rain without refrain
Standing there taking root as I called your name
Memories intact when I was younger,
Much younger than now
Before my eyes, I realise imaginings so pure
So pure in my mind...
As a poet in  his own world
Going about mesmerised head in the clouds
Pictures before his eyes, real or imaginary
The pictures he paints he paints in his mind
Painting the laughter the love the night
The smell of the pages
Ah 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
Real or imaginary, is it you or not
Whispering in the darkness of night my phantom and I
Am wondering why
At the other side of midnight finding myself reliving my days my life
Whether he cares or not
In my troubled mind casting asunder
Torn between 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
In his mind his verses his words
His phrases awaiting the moment
His soul reaching deeply within
Creating poetry upon poetry
Unaware that he in his dilemma searching home.
He knew not where it should be...
Truely lonesome me on my own without you
Sadness within.
But wherever you go
Your shadow I've crossed
In darkness in semi-awareness in semi-sleep
I can only speak my verses from me to you
When were alone that kiss
Unforgettable.

                    By Connie James.