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You were everything I wanted to be
and in your faith I became more than I was
my sun set in your eyes
and I slept, finally content
under the moonlight of your smile

the joy you brought filled my heart
with words I never knew existed
and my soul played music
I never thought I could write

Your love showed me a neverending sky
and taught me it was mine to have
I could hold as many stars as I wanted, you said
as your fingers traced a constellation's path
across my belly

And now as i hear the door close behind you,
my fingers slip inside my pocket
to feel a handful of stars
i clutch them tightly
so they aren't melted by the salt in my tears.

I would have told you how I felt.
But I thought you knew.
©2002-2010 °euphoria
:iconeuphoria:

Author's Comments

I hate putting up poetry only because people automatically think it's a true thing - that i'm going through it right then. But if I say it's NOT something relevant to my life, people don't take it seriously. It's suddenly "fake".

I have been here before. I'm just not here now.

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:iconrapidograph:
... delicately handled with a deliberate pace, very strong in its imagery and depth; I especially like the lines "my fingers slip inside my pocket / to feel a handful of stars..."

... for me that says it all, one of a love found then lost, slowly...
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Painter ___.= rapidograph =.___ Painter
... please remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop...
:iconvolantis:
you have such beautiful images....now i have to go close my eyes to picture what you just described =D (Big Grin)
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Yes, I am weird.
:iconwildmonky:
The hand full of stars stanza is amazing imagery. I really love it. Your ending is very very powerful too.
Your description, I couldn't agree with more too.
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Short but terse.
:icondeejbard:
beautiful, kit. you find such beauty even in these moments ... or perhaps you just are.


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I divide my time as follows: half the time I sleep, the other half I dream. I never dream when I sleep, for that would be a pity, for sleeping is the highest accomplishment of genius.

Søren Kierkegaard
:iconmaxrom:
This poem is simply beautiful and sad at the same time. I would also like you to know, I would never make the assumption of your life and what you might be or have been going through...after all, I haven't known you for any significant amount of time. Anyways, I admire your artistic ability. Thumbs Up :D (Big Grin)
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Now. tell me what you think...

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:D (Big Grin)
:iconsans-soleil:
wow your description of love in the start is simply beau. very nicely penned..thank you for sharing.
:iconbreid:
Geez, I feel so inadequate to comment. Except to say that I love the imagery and the "surprise" ending of sorts. It really hangs a new curtain over the previous thoughts.
:iconspunj13:
so sad, and yet so beautiful at the same time... those last two lines are almost too familiar... either we never say what's on our hearts because we think they know.... or we're too scared to say...

//spunj13
:icondreamz13:
Everything except the end is how I feel when I'm with my girl. Reading stuff like this just makes me feel all the more vulnerable.
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You can only be young once, but you can be immature forever.

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