The Long Road home

Iv Walked For many Years In Self Pity And Despair

The Light from Polaris Shines Bright To Me,

But Seems To Lead Me Nowhere,

The Ground I walk Looks Dark As I regress,

To The Past That Seems To Me No Less,

Than Memories of the Ones I Have Left,

The Sand Moves In the Wind and the Shadows Whisper,

Calling Her Name As I Move Nearer,

A Light Comes From the North and a Smile Crosses My Face,

Maybe the Reason I Was Pursuing the Light,

Was It in Fact The Love Of Her Grace?

Caution Is Swept Away Like the Weed In The Sea

The Answers To the questions come Quickly, But Still Seem Dark To Me

I Stop And wait A Second More,

So That I Do Not Break My Stride,

And Hopefully All the Pain She Felt Would evaporate inside,

er Shadow Is Not Constant and I Will Not Step the Mark

The Boundaries That Will Certainly Wound and Even Break a Heart,

I Stand Away and Still I Hold Her,

So Physical To Touch,

That Soul’s Reliant on the Comforting Embrace

I Wouldn’t Miss That Much,

For what we Share Is So Much More

That The Lovers Guiding Will,

Our Embrace Is So Delicate and Elegant,

That Time Itself Stands Still,

Now My Cape Covers Her,

To Shelters Her from the Storm

As We Sleep To Dream of Dreams Again,

And Be Together Once More.

 

Edward Ramsen

9/12/2005



 

Another story of unrequited love.

A common theme in my poetry.

 Maybe one day someone will suprise me and tell me they secretly love me.

Then maybe I can write a poem about that instead.

I've heard it does happen to some people.

 

 Just not me.