Original Poetry

Just to have something new in my blog, because I haven't written in it for a while...but this is written for someone special in my life right now...

Tamed Heart

they say that you never know
what you got till it's gone,
tragedy it seems; you gotta lose what's right
to see where you went wrong
but a man errs, boy no more
passion of the chris, her name Kori
the story of a two ends not in the lesson
it's the lesson which writes the story
of chance encounter of two strangers
on a highway ventured many
i abide her ride, taking by her side
for our journey traveled plenty
through wanting words, intimate strokes
and melodic conversational song
we pour our souls into each other
from night until the dawn
with the beat of her different drum
against a very common today
i am soon seduced by her abstract beauty
wrapped in her accordian ways
thus deepening the meaning, the metaphorical umbilical
of an inseparable bond to evolve
i consume her through the air i breathe
and thank God for loves' resolve
'cause cut from the same, against the grain
to see her is to see me
to see us dance the music offbeat
to understand the technique that we speak
i am unscathed from the storm and the pain
and peace of her within me brings
my spirit croons the tune, amour everlast
immersed, i bask in her renewing spring
and despite wintry callous eyes of mine
of a world did impart
her light owns me, and she only
put the defrost on my heart
although days may number and grow on me
i am demeaned to schoolboy presence
irrepressibly giddy with thoughts of her
like the crush of adolescence
desire to re-write the only chapter
between we, anger of my admittance
it is not the heir that she had
it is the heir that he didn't
still, the history of us rises above
creation by us, the unsung storyline
every month our sweet november
i, her adam, she my caroline
life devoid of she, oxymoron of a martini
soul shaken, soul stirred
an existence reduced to eternal layover
passage, unfamiliar face, her voice unheard
to know she is truly my best friend
upon me, revelations of an old adage
the beating of two hearts seeking to rhyme in unison
was the impassioned marriage
and through our trials and tribulations
and the various chapters of our book
the subtext to be read between the lines
is the unwavering emotional hook
so as a man examines the root of change in him
from the inside looking out to see
what seen is not the hope that lies deep within
but the hope with her that lies with me

cmr