Sat 01/27/07 01:35 AM
The Days go by and years roll on,
I sit and wonder are good years gone,
I sit and ponder thinking alone,
and look around this big empty home,
memories of friends,parties we had,
pictures of kids,Mom and my Dad,
my sterio T.V. and CD's from yuppies,
and the side of a chair,chewed from puppies,
I think I'm alone,but it's not so,
there's a presence here I really know,
some how I just don't want her to go,
she floats like a cloud her spirit I see,
drifting around,quietly looking at me,
whispering sounds like tiny bells song,
whispering of sunsets as she drifts along,
telling of love on a passionate night,
spelling her love in her dreamy flight,
yelling her passion to this dreaming Knight,
whispering sounds was all I could hear,
whispering sounds as she shed her tear,
she faded away before my soft touch,
how I longed to feel it so much,
I saw her once more,hand to her lips,
she blew me a kiss from her finger tips,
then she vanished into the night,
I knew then,she had kissed me alright,
soft as a butterfly,
as it's fluttering by,
her soft kiss,was a kiss goodbye,

Lonely Soul

Tugged at my heartstrings for sure. Sad, yet beautiful in its own way.

This one's a keeper Mike. Real good.

Thanx SCG...this was in another poem,by mistake...

so I posted it alone...glad you liked it

Thank You Karma...thanx for reading

That was really beautiful really enjoyed this one!!

Really beautiful

REALLY?

Thank You all for reading...

You got such a way of telling a beautiful dream this one is
awesome

awe this is one for the books

Haunting! A lover's presence so close, but still not within reach.
Great poem.

Fantastic;Michael.When we sit and ponder,it is then we are overcome by
these fantasies and hauntings of such bitter but sweet desire.I truly
can relate for I equally am driven by such powerful thoughts.Perhaps we
should cherish such imagination for it fuels and drives our hope and
allows us to never succumb to defeat.I luv this Poem very much
Michael.Thank You!Godspeed!Cybear.

I can remember feeling this way, It does change Michael. Dreams are what
drive us to make it better. Good one

:)
G

michael...one day hopefully it wont just be a dream or a
prescense......loved this poem..it too would make a great song....keep
writing michael

Thank You all for reading...
this was more than just a thought or dream...
it did happen,but a few years ago...

I took notes,and put them into this poem...

Thanx again for reading

Loved your poem It relates to me in so many ways,hope you find that your
dream becomes real.

Pardon the language cuz, but this was f*ckin great dude!!

my dreams are still haunted by this delicate one,
from time to time,she visits me...
but only for a moment...

and I wake in a cold sweat...