Heart

It’s been a long time (or so it feels) since I posted something new, and at last inspiration has paid me a visit. This was written over a few hours here and there today, during quiet moments at work. I hope you like it.

While lost among the wond’ring drones,
A thousand miles away from home,
I spied a heart amongst the litter,
Scarred and bruised, coldly bitter.

It spoke to me with every beat,
In language old and sweetly cheap,
And though it’s skin was harshly battered,
Within my eyes ’twas all that mattered.

With gentle hands I rescued such,
And though ’twas warm did not weigh much,
Where were the pains that caused such anguish,
The hurts that caused this heart to languish?

I placed this heart in em’rald case,
Wrapped in cloth of ancient lace,
I then set out on trip returning,
Desire to find you hotly burning.

I found you there in friendly lands,
You took the case from giving hands,
“My darling you are sore mistaken,
This is not my heart cruelly taken”.

“My heart was lost when we first met,
And it is not recovered yet”,
So hand in hand I took you wand’ring,
The truth of love forever pondering.

For Five Years I Had Roses

I’ve had the title of this one in my mind for a long time. Just that one single line. I’ve finally managed to work it into a whole piece. I hope you like it.

Now comes the end of what we had,
Betrayal in every form,
Mistaking love for brutal lust,
Ignoring signs that warn;
This chapter of my storied life,
Regrets now as it closes,
But I will always fond recall,
For five years I had roses.

The words that hurt were said with glee,
Control in every thought,
Promising care and honour true,
Revealing all when caught;
I doubt myself and what I knew,
The questions that this poses,
But I will always tell myself,
For five years I had roses.

And now I must make strong my stand,
No more look back and mourn,
I’ve taken hits to heart and soul,
My inner beauty torn;
To once again turn to the light,
And love all it exposes,
But ’til the end I’ll always know,
For five years I had roses.

I Saw You Cry

This is another example of late night, tired, bad day, and letting the mind wander. I hope you like it.
(Note – I don’t like the last verse. If someone has an improvement, please let me know!)

I saw you cry,
Your tears as gold,
They fell to shadowed floor;
And though such sadness
Marred your eyes
Your beauty shone through more.

I saw you cry,
Such pain beheld,
‘pon countenance before;
What cruel and vicious
Act befell
This heart I so adore.

I saw you cry,
And with each breath
My heart did break anew;
Who is to blame for
Wicked barbs
That pierce the core of you.

I saw you cry,
And finally
I learned the truth of pain;
I swore to all the
Gods there are
You’d never hurt again.

I’d see you cry,
But these be tears
Of joy and love unbound;
No more will eyes of
Of yours my dear
Shed sadness to the ground.