Hands of time

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In poems and stories,

And half remembered fantasies

I kept you,

At first just an image in my mind

A portrait hanging

On an empty wall

Within the rooms of my subconcious

wating...just waiting to be made flesh,

Waiting for me to come to terms with

who I was, and to finally let go

Of the lie that I was living.

Then when that was done

And

When I had drawn

Up enough courage from within myself

To finally lift my dark secret from my shoulders

And face the fears

That I had kept for years,

No longer caring about what people

Thought or felt

About the undeniable fact that I

wanted to be with a girl,

But not just any girl,

I needed one who would brighten the

edges of the darkness,

And illuminate the shade and shadows,

Who would run over me

The way water does from a fountain,

And who would walk into my heart

And make a home there.

So long

I Spent searching for you,

Not knowing how to find you;

Girl after girl

Came and went

And broken dreams and tears were all

they left me with,

I wasn't even sure if you were real

Or if you were just a fabrication

A fiction formed

from deep within my writers mind.

Then one bright summers day

I was writing random poems

Letting  time race by,

And there you were

So vibrant

And bright

You dazzled me,

Your face matching the face

Of the girl who had occupied

My night time world for so long

Who mirrored my soul

And who mirrored my words

and who I fell so deeply in love with.

I was so sure I'd never find you

Yet there you were

When I had stopped looking...

When I had stopped scouring

The world for you,

And now that I have you with me

Now that you are here at my side,

I want to be with you for always,

I want to spend my days and nights

Lost in the wondrous beauty of your angels eyes,

My heart and yours connected

My soul and yours as one

Forged as one forever

Beyond the hands of time.

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