A VIRTUOUS EYE - P O E M S. . B Y... E Y E
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by A Virtuous of Eye
Sometimes
I drift in the air
a thousand feet up high
Sometimes
I don't even see a sky
as life goes by
Sometimes
I want to be carried
by the windy moon
as sometimes
I think it'll all be over soon
but most times
I don't think I deserve myself to be
the person that I long is me
Absolutely
If I were to compare thee
to a summers day
I would quote
all which follows
verbatim
and conclude that
as long as I shall breathe
or my eyes can see
so long lives this
and shall live forth
if not only
in my soul and memory
I wish my life with thee
for thou art the one
who gave thee to me
unquestionably
I should not want what I haven’t got
Fear of consequence
still chose to
give it up
World turns
upside down
inside out
but it turns
Pain and sadness,
another emotional scar
on the tree of life
Hounded by
the unstable mind
which shall refuse acceptance
of the undeniable truth
for a while
If you would
continue to live a lie
you would never know
how good life could be
on the other side
of you
be passionate
be brave
be the best you
can be
then, you see
you’re on your way
to gain
love ad infinitum
Dad
Today
you said something
so beautiful and true
wish I could convey
why I stay here
far away
missing out
from afar seeing you
getting old and gray
Cheerful and bright,
calm and funny
sometimes dull
Shrunken in height,
little head of wool
and although in
your darkened world
you know which way to pull
still reaching for the light
Introvert to some
but full of willing
and ill health
missing mum
I hear it all
through the wire
when we share our
deep and simple thoughts
the ones we keep schtum
and all life’s desire
I am glad
They chose you
to stay around
a little longer dad
you were nearly gone
but you belong
and learnt to cope
on your own
not doing bad
at it myself
Sense & sensibility
Desire
admire
and intrigue
some creatures
have no features
too scared
to take a leap
follow your senses
and lose them
listen to your heart
and follow
for you have already
chosen
just not woken up
to the fact
of fate
until perhaps
it’ll be too late
© A Virtuous of Eye 2011
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