Warmth Is A Place I Will Assume

By the time, my heart has weighed what you have asked me
I will have kneeled upon the blades of life that bloom
To join what I have missed in all of my wanting
While your eyes watch my every move
Warmth is a place I will assume

All is plain in these lands I enter where I stand tall and strong
Where you are only a dream that cries itself to sleep
I can hear you lose your way, shiver in the cold
Yet, through all those tears left to spare
No memories will I ever keep

While you slumber, I write this poem and my heart becomes
One which stands in fame with no shame or fear
Of dancing outside that which you ask me
Even when the ground I walk upon
Fills my shoes with tears

By the time, my heart has weighed what you have asked me
My words will have already written home triumphantly
Pure love will ring out in all the lands you enter
While your eyes watch my every move
Inside the memories you see

Author's Note

Good luck.............

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Dreams again, they have much to answer for; they're too often to be bathed in, so often to be run from. Life watched -disregarded, life watched - applauded; there's a time when decisions need to be made.
' .. While your eyes watch my every move ~ Inside the memories you see .. ' those two lines say almost more than they should - but, must.

A superlatively crafted poem, Neva .. even more, its meaning stays in the mind ..

[Joel M Frye]

The first two lines of the second stanza are razor-sharp and cold-forged temper, Neva. Remind me never to challenge you to a fencing duel. Strong write with your usual vivid visuals.

[roy mccarthy]

beautiful write neva,
heartfelt!