So far away, so far away, and there is nothing I can do.
The sound of sorrow in your voice runs through my mind in echoes.
The sun and moon and stars go gray, your sadness has veiled my window,
your silvery face with its crystal tears will not let me go.
And so I stay, yes I shall stay, and extend my hand to hold you,
and if you chose to look away, your memory will have to do.
My dearest love, I shall part not without bidding you adieu,
yet love me now or I shall fail and my life shall end with you.
Sigh, I've had something on my mind for two weeks and haven't been able to write anything about it. Sometimes people inspire and confound me at the same time... since I'm melancholy over someone dying and unable to sleep a wink, I find myself ready to write, just not write well... its annoying that I find I can write only when I'm melancholy, that happiness rarely inspires words... sadly, this is the worst poem I've written in god knows how long, but when someone evokes strong passionate emotions in you, I guess the words are what is important, not so much the presentation... bah, I couldn't sell myself that line if I was stoned and stupid and eating rocks... at least I've written something, sometimes you just need to address feelings so that your mind can work them out, otherwise its like a hamster on a wheel of infinite spin... shut up! ok.
