Retired front page poetry...

A friend sent this
to me a few years ago...I think you will see why it
is one of my all time favourites...

This

Tonight I will float across an ocean on my back--
jump from the roof of a very tall building and land
on my feet. Tonight I will understand the dimension of space,
and swallow lava. Tonight I will count the atoms
in your hand, close my eyes and picture truth,
and never sleep again, because if you can exist
tonight and be here with me then everything must be
possible. You must have been invented by an
Athenian theologian, and he must have been me.
Tonight time becomes simple because tonight it cannot matter.

If there is space between us it will be absorbed into
my skin; pulled inside of me along with my clothing
and fear and the whole of your body. You are
perception defined because you are everyone of the five
senses at once. You look just exactly the way you smell
like you should, and you taste exactly the way you feel
in my hands. Please speak, my incredible goddess,
so that I may see and smell and taste and feel you.
Do it now.

For the first time since I was capable of thought
I have no questions. 'This' is merely this.
This was never felt before, I'm convinced of it.
I demand it. And this is impossible and inevitable
at once. From this I'll never recover.
So we must never let this end.
©1996, Waldron M. Faulkner

Wasn't quite ready to part with this one..so it will
remain on the front page for a bit longer...
There is a link to this page, Poetic Tears,
on my 'links' page. The poetry there is well
worth the visit. Enjoy!

Elise
A gentle breeze awaken me at midnight.
You steal my thoughts once more, my sweet Elise.
Night wind whispers your name thousands of times.
Sky paints your image with stars in vault of eternity.

Here I am alone in sorrow and darkness,
writing love poems with my blood and thorny rose branch
for my undying love since the day I met
the adorable Elise under the moonlight dance.

Knight by day, poet by night, I have wandered
from the poetic streets of France,
through the heroic ruins of Italy,
over the choppy sea, to the green fields of highlanders.
And yet, you are nowhere to be found my dearest Elise.

I fought under the pale moonlight that glowed on my armor
Like your soft fingers caressing and protecting my soul.
I fought to live and to love you my beloved angel.
Should I die last night, I wonder if you ever know

that somewhere a knight is destined to sacrifice his life
in search of his true love, his only living cause.
Now, remember your knight through the whispers of sleepy pines,
for one day I am gone but my heart is yours forever more.

©1998, Thinh

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