MrFantasyMan
Just Me...Poetry & Prose
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Alone with you in this fairytale forest, our fantasy struggles against truth
The shimmering Moon wonders; she knows not of love.
Her white sands mask cruel realism as I savour your forbidden touch
And you gaze silently at the countless stars above.
Only us, only we share this serene feeling – tell me
What do they call it? The moonlight exposes all, and I cry
But even tears of sincerity cannot drown this guilt that binds me
Yet I escape through your heart and with love-spun wings I fly.
A lapping wave of memory teases at my mind, calling me back.
Running away didn’t work then, either – but what did we care?
We were only children, and were hunted down; then separated
The day I discovered bitter realities impossible to share.
Do you remember? Where the flowers sang a hushed lullaby
And grass the colour of emeralds swayed on the land
In time to your heart and mine. A rainbow of miracles
At our feet, and your ribbon of kindness in my hand.
Someone cry for me with parched eyes; mine are not enough
To soothe this raging injustice that mocks me in our glade.
The night murmurs to my sleeping conscience. Must I leave already?
Not without a kiss, not without knowing our love-rose will never fade.
My heart cannot heal all the tears it holds, but instead lights up
A gentle glow to comfort me no matter what they say
In a corner where hope still dwells. The times you laughed
The times you cried, they’re shining as brightly as a spring day…
On a warm night as realism slumbers, quietly, I sing alone.
Riding on whisper-soft wings of dreams, infinite in worth.
A lullaby entwined with the golden weave of a nest
Let the world hear it as gently as starlight kissing the earth.
Strangers meet once again; the overwhelming thrill tickles my soul
A butterfly within. I stumble, trying to remember my lines.
Maybe, just maybe, I may sing with you tomorrow, in the light
Of your smiling face, where the brightest star always shines.
MFM

This poem is dedicated to all of you who have had troubles with relationships that they wished would have lasted forever...
The shimmering Moon wonders; she knows not of love.
Her white sands mask cruel realism as I savour your forbidden touch
And you gaze silently at the countless stars above.
Only us, only we share this serene feeling – tell me
What do they call it? The moonlight exposes all, and I cry
But even tears of sincerity cannot drown this guilt that binds me
Yet I escape through your heart and with love-spun wings I fly.
A lapping wave of memory teases at my mind, calling me back.
Running away didn’t work then, either – but what did we care?
We were only children, and were hunted down; then separated
The day I discovered bitter realities impossible to share.
Do you remember? Where the flowers sang a hushed lullaby
And grass the colour of emeralds swayed on the land
In time to your heart and mine. A rainbow of miracles
At our feet, and your ribbon of kindness in my hand.
Someone cry for me with parched eyes; mine are not enough
To soothe this raging injustice that mocks me in our glade.
The night murmurs to my sleeping conscience. Must I leave already?
Not without a kiss, not without knowing our love-rose will never fade.
My heart cannot heal all the tears it holds, but instead lights up
A gentle glow to comfort me no matter what they say
In a corner where hope still dwells. The times you laughed
The times you cried, they’re shining as brightly as a spring day…
On a warm night as realism slumbers, quietly, I sing alone.
Riding on whisper-soft wings of dreams, infinite in worth.
A lullaby entwined with the golden weave of a nest
Let the world hear it as gently as starlight kissing the earth.
Strangers meet once again; the overwhelming thrill tickles my soul
A butterfly within. I stumble, trying to remember my lines.
Maybe, just maybe, I may sing with you tomorrow, in the light
Of your smiling face, where the brightest star always shines.
MFM

This poem is dedicated to all of you who have had troubles with relationships that they wished would have lasted forever...
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...all the words have a justice of their own...and a meaning similar. Everyone can read the same words and take something different from it...it is what it is...

