May 24, 2007 17:56
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Midnight Swing Thoughts
Current mood: artistic
Okay I wrote this when i got offline. I had so many thoughts and different feelings running through me that i had no idea how to explain them. I found myself sitting on my front porch swing looking up at the clouds talking to myself as if i was reciting a poem. I liked what i was coming up with so i ran inside and grabbed my notebook. It says...........
"Midnight Swing Thoughts" (i spoke this poem freely earlier so it's not 100he same)
I watch as the clouds pass across the sky. Wondering if they are the same clouds that will pass over you, or have already.
Do you think of me? Am I on your mind like you are on mine?
The crickets are singing their nightly song. "Sleep, Sleep, Goodnight, Sleep". And yet, as beautiful as it is, I cannot seem to be entranced by their melodies.
Do you cry for me? Do you weep? I know you say you do. Or have. But I must say I cry for you as well. Though my eyes will not show it, my heart feels hollow and flooded. My soul emtied. As if I am missing something. A piece of the puzzle that completes me. I think of being with you. Sitting by your side. Gently brushing away the tears as they run down your cheek. As those same tear-drop-filled eyes gaze into mine, melting me into nothing but a puddle of happiness. That is Love.
I'm looking back at the clouds now. Not the same ones, for those have passed. I feel somewhat like a cloud. But, we are all clouds in a strange way. Floating around and occasionally bumping into one another. Joining together as one. Where is your cloud? Will I ever find you? Will I ever run into you?
The crickets still sing their lullaby, "Sleep, Sleep, Goodnight, Sleep". Finally they get to me.