Lines for a Friend
Here are the only two poems I've ever written... both as gifts for my friend Chris.
The first is just about my obsession with the color of his hair and the second is an apology for not keeping in touch with him and a 'thank you' for not being cold towards me when I finally got around staying in touch a couple months ago.
I wish I could write more but I don't feel inspired unless it's for someone. I wasn't shy about writing for Chris because his poetry constantly amazes me because of his phrases and word choice, which are so similar to mine that I feel like I'm reading something of my own.
- The Autumn Tower -
Across a teal pond
I watch you from a distance;
Gazing downward to your reflection,
Wondering what secrets the water holds
Beneath your silvered twin.
Standing as a dark tower
The wind breathes through flames
That are fixed atop.
They dance and whip against the empty air as
The setting sun wakes me from my trance.
Mistaken, it is not a flaming tower before me
But a companion enjoying the winds caress.
Not a tower, nor a fire,
Instead, Deaths robes and dark amber locks
That catch my eye even from this distance.
At a slow pace I steal into your presence,
What tint and hue make up these tresses?
The pulsating flames of a fire,
An Autumn leaf, or perhaps
The stripe of an exotic feline?
What texture is this that I wrap between my fingers?
A silk made in an Asian land,
The breath of a lover against ones neck?
My mind cannot decide as I slide
My hand against a soft cheek and even softer curls.
A quick glance into eyes below matching lashes,
We speak unspoken words in this moment,
I conceal a grin behind closed lips
Upon engaging in a parting embrace,
As strands of a silk Autumn lightly brush this pale face. "
- The Lion and the Serpent -
Tell me Lion, have you seen a serpent weep?
From afar she approaches, waking from her sleep.
The songs that were both yours in distant days
Remind her, the feeling of home.
“Forgiveness” she cries out into the air,
But her voice is yet a whisper to your feline roar.
She feels her heart beatless in wait for your reply.
If it is hatred you give, so it is,
She will take it from you without question.
Hidden away in the night she stayed
Looking inward, wondering what she would see.
Renewed, her skin has shed
Grown into the new, what she was meant to be.
She has been away for too long,
Will any of her companions still know her name?
From afar she sees the Lion,
The sunlight reveals shame in her eyes,
She whispers, “Forgiveness.”
Heart beatless as the wind carries the word to his ear.
Ashamed of her silence,
But not ashamed to show you tears of regret.
Tell me Lion, have you ever seen a serpent weep?
The first is just about my obsession with the color of his hair and the second is an apology for not keeping in touch with him and a 'thank you' for not being cold towards me when I finally got around staying in touch a couple months ago.
I wish I could write more but I don't feel inspired unless it's for someone. I wasn't shy about writing for Chris because his poetry constantly amazes me because of his phrases and word choice, which are so similar to mine that I feel like I'm reading something of my own.
- The Autumn Tower -
Across a teal pond
I watch you from a distance;
Gazing downward to your reflection,
Wondering what secrets the water holds
Beneath your silvered twin.
Standing as a dark tower
The wind breathes through flames
That are fixed atop.
They dance and whip against the empty air as
The setting sun wakes me from my trance.
Mistaken, it is not a flaming tower before me
But a companion enjoying the winds caress.
Not a tower, nor a fire,
Instead, Deaths robes and dark amber locks
That catch my eye even from this distance.
At a slow pace I steal into your presence,
What tint and hue make up these tresses?
The pulsating flames of a fire,
An Autumn leaf, or perhaps
The stripe of an exotic feline?
What texture is this that I wrap between my fingers?
A silk made in an Asian land,
The breath of a lover against ones neck?
My mind cannot decide as I slide
My hand against a soft cheek and even softer curls.
A quick glance into eyes below matching lashes,
We speak unspoken words in this moment,
I conceal a grin behind closed lips
Upon engaging in a parting embrace,
As strands of a silk Autumn lightly brush this pale face. "
- The Lion and the Serpent -
Tell me Lion, have you seen a serpent weep?
From afar she approaches, waking from her sleep.
The songs that were both yours in distant days
Remind her, the feeling of home.
“Forgiveness” she cries out into the air,
But her voice is yet a whisper to your feline roar.
She feels her heart beatless in wait for your reply.
If it is hatred you give, so it is,
She will take it from you without question.
Hidden away in the night she stayed
Looking inward, wondering what she would see.
Renewed, her skin has shed
Grown into the new, what she was meant to be.
She has been away for too long,
Will any of her companions still know her name?
From afar she sees the Lion,
The sunlight reveals shame in her eyes,
She whispers, “Forgiveness.”
Heart beatless as the wind carries the word to his ear.
Ashamed of her silence,
But not ashamed to show you tears of regret.
Tell me Lion, have you ever seen a serpent weep?