Shrouded


You saw my pain
Yet failed to sway my way
The tears that trickle down my face
Left stained a sorrows trace
Words can never replace
The hurt from an absent embrace

You saw my pain
Yet failed to sway my way
As my outstretched arms take aim
Further distant you became
As did the sun and moon in shame
Left my will tattered and lame

You saw my pain
Yet failed to sway my way
Up I sit in the middle of the night
Drained from an endless fight
That shades the hope of light
Even words fail as I write

You saw my pain
Yet failed to sway my way
Bag packed with just a few
Time apart to weigh the future of two
Leaving with the morning dew
As you sleep, I’ll whisper, I love you

I saw your pain
Yet failed to sway your way
When silence becomes the norm
Affection is barely lukewarm
Once it came in a swarm
Preparing for the brooding storm

I saw your pain
Yet failed to sway your way
Difference of opinion stalls
The forward march to arms, calls
No ground taken nor scaling walls
Not a crumb given, none falls

I saw your pain
Yet failed to sway your way
The constant frown worn every day
A beautiful smile, once was gay
That loving feeling went astray
Lost along the many yesterday’s

I saw your pain
Yet failed to sway your way
Turn to leave, I wonder
Should I turn back and love her
On my knees like a beggar
She’s probably deep in slumber

Ax

One never knows…

Fleeting – a Musette

Another new follow of mine but am sure well known.   Always moving thoughts that drift in and out poking at emotions where breath sweeps along with beats of the heart.  

Please visit Ryan.  Follow and enjoy.  I doπŸ™
Fleeting In bed their tattoos met and bled. Ink-kissed lovers, knowing this tryst – night-born, would live; would die with dawn. – Ryan Stone With thanks to FT Ledrew for introducing me to the Musette form.

https://daysofstone.wordpress.com/2016/01/18/fleeting-a-musette/

Walking Away ~ for the last time

effort made, god knows how many times
prayers said, under wide open skies

questions asked, what, who and why
answers given, ends in a brutal cry

love received, in all, wrong ways
hurt delivered, blows, that daze

choice to make, turn, a life sublime
walking away, for the last time

Ax

another favorite artist…
Jack Savoretti. ~ For The Last Time

Lost XXI

no such thing as a little bit in love

her smile shines bright
when with the one she loves
days are but marks on calendars a notch in time
it starts with the thought of him
as she stretches out the sleepy dreamy cob webs wake
off to be who she is getting by in this thing called life
at the end of the day her smile appears
thinking of the one she loves
to spend the night doing what feels right
ending the day in a most extraordinary way
when with the one she loves

no such thing as a little bit in love

hers was more than his could ever be
he loves her too in a most special way
are there any words that can sweetly say
with a caring heart that breaks to know
he’s hurt her so in a most tragic way
no one wins when two hearts sway
apart with the same breeze drifting in opposite ways
drowning now in an endless day
that will forever be led astray
it doesn’t even help to pray
the pain will never fade away

no such thing as a little bit in love

Ax