Transient
Falling through the cold night until I lay
Inside you heart where I remain
Looking for the warm light of day
When you pick my hand up too
Words pressed against my lips in refrain
If spoken lest your gaze die in vain
To lie in the grass where I pray
For your tongue to give the words you play
In the moments of touch
Heaven’s light moves to crush
My fears and doubts of love
As my soul embrace you
My breath stops in the shadow of
Your beauty to lift me high above
The darkest of truths
One day will come
Years before summer sets the sun
When your hand slips away
Letting go of our passion to run
Devotion only lasts so long
Realized when my ears heard the song
Tears fell while my mouth sung
Until shame bade me well
Thus I swiftly fell
Back through the heart in swell
Sitting alone in the dark
After all these years apart
My heart still aches to see
The curve of your face
In brutal honesty
Wishing brought forth nothing
Your intentions had in store for me
Never once could my mind tell
Lying down to sleep for good now
Soon I’ll pass through iron or golden gates
Unsure of fate
Yet if one detail was ever
I would walk past any God and more
From Heaven or Hell’s shore
To hold the same moments spent
Repeat every second we held true
Myself, that’s all I can promise you
© Brett Holden
Ebullient: Full of cheerful excitement or enthusiasm
I was hesitant to post the poem above. I edited some of it while I entered it from the original copy (I like this version better, by the way). I feel like the poems I have presented you are way full of emotion. I have others that are ridiculous and some that sound like they were cut out from The Lord of the Rings trilogy.
I put the definition for the word "ebullient" above because my ENG 210 teacher found it funny that he knew what it meant and I didn't (because I like to use a wide array of vocab words in my dessertations).
Valentine's Day is speeding towards us. Hope to take my significant other to a Clutch/Mudvayne/In This Moment/Nonpoint concert. Others hope they're going to get dumped before they have to do the dirty work themselves. Cowards.
- For now, Brett Holden
Thursday, January 29, 2009
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