When You Come Back Down

 

Stranded

 

Stranded

On an island in an ocean

Like a fish out of the sea

I am stranded like a shipwreck

With no one to rescue me.

In a desert without water

Dying slowly of my thirst

I am empty in my spirit

With my soul about to burst.

'Neath a sun that shines no warmth

And a sky bereft of star

I have no compass here to guide me

For I don't know where you are.

You have left me by the wayside

You have plunged me to despair

You have torn our bonds asunder

Left my love just standing there.

I don't know where I belong now

I can't navigate alone

There's no place to lay my head now

And no heart to call my home.

I am stranded, I am stranded

Robbed of all my joy and mirth

On an island in an ocean

On this sad and sun-less Earth.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Feb 18, 2023

Friday Night, Corner Table

 

Friday Night,  Corner Table

Friday night

Corner table

Candlelight,

Wine,

And you.

I'm so nervous

That I'll say something

Do something

Feel something

Wrong.

But 

Your eyes 

Shine over my face

Like sparkles on the ocean

Like a man on a mission.

Cheers, you say

And I nod,

Raise my glass,

Clink and let the just brought champagne

Glide it's way down my thirsty throat.

Are you happy?

I'm caught off guard

And I blink and laugh a small laugh

As the bubbles tickle my nose

And I feel your fingers on my wrist.

The band starts,

The busboy takes the dishes away

All the while smiling

And staring at me in my sequins

And freshly curled hair.

You signal 

For more vineyard nectar

Unless you want something more potent?

You query and I shake my head

No, thank you, I've had more than enough.

I turn my chair

Towards the stage

But you catch my arm

And turn me back to you

Not yet, you say, not just yet.

And we sit there

Watching one another

Wondering in low light

Swimming in questions

Drowning in song.

After three pieces, fast and slow

The maestro stops 

Holds up his hand and says

We have a special request

From the gentleman at the corner table.

He wants to know

If the girl of his dreams,

The lovely lady with the pretty curls,

The woman that's sitting there tonight,

Will be his wife?

And I gasp

And put my hand to my mouth

As you slip a ring onto my other. Will you?

You ask with your heart in your eyes. Will you be mine? 

But I am speechless.

This was going to be our last date

I had decided. I was tired of waiting.....

Our last date. I had been trying to find the words

But if you never read this poem, I guess

That's something that you'll never know.

©by Voo

Feb 17, 08

4:45 p.m. 

                                                                 the song they were dancing to.....

                                             I  See Your Face Before Me  by Johnny Hartman....................

It Won't Be Tonight repost

Glen Hansard

It Won't Be Tonight

Standing on the precipice

That steep and craggy cliff that draws my wounded soul

I heard my heart 

             Urging me to jump......................

Whispered urging that turned to loud command

Loud command that turned to plea

That drowned out reason

                     And slowly deafened me.

I put my hands upon my ears

Senselessly

Like a blind man wearing glasses

When he has no eyes at all

Senselessly

Trying to block the scream

While begging for the fall.

I didn't want to love you

I didn't want to care............

I didn't want to see that face

That form that's standing there

I didn't want......

                     I didn't want

I didn't want your charms

            Now look at me, a tangled mess

Uncradled by your arms..............

You threw me away

          And I came back.............

I left you before you could do it again

You searched for me

                And took me home

Tell me why are we lovers

When we cannot be friends???

We can't even be in the same room

Without tearing each other apart

We love and we lust......

When we don't even trust.....

And all we do is break each other's hearts.

This need of you is madness

Why can't I let you be?

You cannot live without me

And you can't live with me.

That bed, it is our battlefield.....

For our wars.... one after the next

We love and cry

               We love and we die

For this wild and wounding sex.

And when we've licked our wounds

And mended..............

The heart bruise and the sore...

The passion that cannot be tamed

Soon calls us back for more.

And you hurt me and I hate you

                  But I love it more than life

Craving every wayward bullet......

Every slicing of the knife.

Then your dark eyes beg me to devour

As you give yourself to me

Lying helpless in your needing 

             And not wanting to be free.

We've run away so many times..... 

           Battered victims of love's thumps

 And both have stood on that precipice

                      But no one ever jumps.............

We only turn around and run back to  

  The next sweet and savage fight

            Swearing this mad love has got to end!

And knowing it won't be tonight.

©By Voo

       the mad poet
      who cannot run away.....

11/13/19

midnight

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