Tuesday 19 June 2012

To me

The chill of the night
The full moon's light
The dawn of the day
The sun's lazy ray
The song of the sea-
This is what you are to me.

The early morn dew
The sky, grey or blue
The lightening bolt
The strong, new colt
The sweet, little teddy-
This is what you are to me.

The bright, red rose
The heart-wrenching woes
The white, white snow
The never-ending low
The harbor, so misty-
This is what you are to me.

The scent of rain
The sudden, harsh pain
The stunning thrill
The nothing-but-still
The dreaming silently
This is what you are to me.

The depressing day
The sky of grey
The sad, weeping willow
The hugging of a pillow
The whimpering quietly-
This is what you are to me.

The doubtful present
The past, so pleasant
The future unknown
The shaky alone
The definite lonely-
This is what you are to me.

The confusing curtain
The fear of uncertain
The yes or the no?
The friend or the foe?
The thought of... maybe?
This is what you are to me.

The cloud hasn't lifted
The emotions, not sifted
The roller coaster goes on
The feelings aren't gone
The question- why is he...?
This is what you are to me.

2 comments:

  1. Woah!
    Breathtakingly beautiful poem, Skyril! Mesmerizing in a way only your poems can be. I love this!
    *hugs*

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  2. I love this poem so much. Brilliant, Skyril!

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