Friday 9 November 2007

Beckoning



When even the sun’s gone dark, and the stars forget to shine; when the moon reflects only dust, into this bitter heart of mine;
find me.

When the smoothest rock is rough, and silk a bed of nails; when a tapestry dulls my soul, and looses all color and details;
find me.

If you got a tear to tide me over, wipe your own eyes dry. If you think a crumb will calm my fears, you’re believing in a lie.
find me.

Where a hollowed rock becomes my home, all alone, all alone; where bird nor beast would dare to come, forbidden place of foul stone;
find me.

Where water’s poisoned, and swamp is deep; where a silent valley is trapped by walls so steep;
find me.

If you got a tear to tide me over, wipe your own eyes dry. If you think a crumb will calm my fears, you’re believing in a lie.
find me.

For the wind has stilled, and the time is right; For the trembling stones are darker than night;
find me.
For I’m all alone, and I can’t hold on; for I’ve lost all hope, and my tears will soon be gone;
find me.

If you got a tear to tide me over, wipe your own eyes dry. If you think a crumb will calm my fears, you’re believing in a lie.
find me.

Come through the forest on the path of the night; come and be singing, for it shall bring light;
find me.

Come with a hope that brightens your face; Come with a sword, and get me out of this place;
find me.

A tear can’t tide me over. A crumb can’t calm my fears. What I need is you, and I need you to be near.
find me.

2 comments:

  1. Wow- Yeti, this is beautiful. So poignant. And, so moving.

    May I ask a very personal question? Did you write this about someone in particular? Whom? Are you willing to share the story behind this?

    Thank you SO much for sharing it with me. Amazing poem. You are VERY talented.

    Happy night. :)

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  2. Thank you very much.
    I have no problem with that question, however I am not sure that I have too much of an answer for you.
    I am actually not sure when I wrote this poem. It may have been while I was dating Jon in which case it could have been directed at him. If however I wrote it closer to the time that I published it, then I may have been writting to the world in general. I never really felt like Jon really knew me. I didn't always think that he took the time to listen either, or asked the right questions. That being said, I do not know if I really felt like there was anyone who has taken the time to get to know me. I wanted people to find me, but I never made it easy. I wanted to be pursued.

    (I was just thinking that I did quote one of my stories in this post: http://homemadeplaydough.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-she-who-has-been-forgiven-much.html )

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