There Are Tears

Last night I cried some tears for Sleep,

(In sleep alone is where I weep)

And though the dark I call my friend

I pray that fate your heart will lend



For just a moment do I ask

And surely Time’s up to the task

I’m sure a minute he can spare,

I’d climb Eternity’s steep stair



I’d place a kiss on Lady Fate

And hope that I am not too late

Perhaps my kiss would pay the price

And maybe if I kissed Fate twice



She’d grace me with one night where we

As rhyming couplets meant to be

Could place these souls that cry alone

Within each others hearts at home



And though my fears I do not speak

I know the place my heartbeats seek

I let these thoughts which cause me pain

To fall incessantly as rain



Creating puddles where I drown

In deep regrets my head lays down

And what if soon my hair turns white

And we have not shared one sweet night?



And what if old reflections stare

Back at me with a scornful glare

And tell me when I had the chance

I never gave my life a glance



Perspectives skew and thoughts of you

Are all my mind is wont to do

And yet this longing still torments

I gaze across Perhaps’s fence



And what I see , another me

Exactly where I’m meant to be

I whisper silently and say

If pathways are supposed to stray



That somehow mine may lead to yours

As one last tear my cheek adores



Last night I cried some tears for Sleep,

In sleep alone is where I weep.


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  1. If ever there was a description of the agony of ecstasy, it would be this poem. To yearn for someone with such desire and weep from the terrible pain of their distance is the essence of that juxtaposition of our capacity to love and suffer in love simultaneously. It is an addictive emotional storm we weather in knee high Wellies and oiled leather coats. There is a stunning beauty in that moment and we are never want to come in out of the rain. Hugs my Fiery one. This sweet agony is masterful and straight from the heart.

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    1. I think you’re right, H.
      It is the agony of ecstasy. Love comes with a price.
      Thank you for saying such lovely things, I always love your visits.
      Sorry. Not feeling very wordy today.
      Hugs back to you and thank you for making me smile πŸ’œ

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      1. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed by the passing of a beloved family member. My visitations to the outside world have dropped off dramatically but I could not let this beautiful poem go by without telling you how deeply it entered my mind castle. Such life and energy in words felt with a rare kind of love in today’s angry blue planet cannot go by unfelt. Hold on to that love as long as you can.

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      2. I’m so sorry to hear that. All my thoughts with you and your family.
        I like the idea of rare love. It has a lot of beauty in it
        I will keep hold of it.
        Thank you again. So so much πŸ€—πŸ’œ

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    1. Hey my Lonely Author.

      Thank you for saying beautiful words to me.
      It was painful to write but I needed to do it.
      Happy in a sad way that it touched you.
      You make me smile, always


    1. Thank you my lovely K.
      I understand. I felt the same when writing it.
      Loving you very much and your heart which is so kind.
      All my cuddles πŸ’œβ€οΈπŸ’œβ€οΈπŸ˜˜

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  2. β€œI let these thoughts which cause me pain, To fall incessantly as rain.” This is really beautiful. Sometimes getting drenched by tears without putting an umbrella up is what we need to do. I hope you had a blanket and a trashy novel (or equivalent) to snuggle up with afterward.

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