Pages of Me

I left you when the world seemed to play a melody of its own
To seek the brilliant lights of whom I wanted to be
Far below what I knew to be real, before all of my wishes  
Turned yellow on all of these pages known as me

I drank in the faces underneath masks hiding their true natures
Saw cunning presume my waves rushed in naive
Expecting that I would never feel my heart breaking in two
When all of their darkness flew in, never to leave

Afraid I was not, as I firmly pressed on, soaring above the scent
Of ancient tears that fell on the horizon of night
Drowning themselves in all the final beauty that remained
Before faces changed and turned from the light

I saw broken mirrors holding a silence that quickly turned away
Before all its breath followed brokenness in kind
They were touched by fingertips seeking merely to listen
To endless space, silence creates in your mind

In the distance, sounds tried escaping the smiles of gypsy songs
As one and the same, they invaded their peace
With glorious riches that had stormed into stars of past
Remembering dreams that brought sorrow relief

I came back to you when I possessed the truth on my breath
Knowing I had parted from whom I wanted to be
Without you, all of those brilliant lights were not brighter
They had turned yellow on all these pages of me

Author's Note

*Artist - Eduardo Arguelles

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

like the reference to the "yellow "pages at the beginning and in the last verse...wondering about the tense of the verbs and adverbs in the lines..my ears just detect something different ..perhaps rereading it again will allay my sense of Flow? excellent write.

[realmwriter]

Very Beautiful Poem. Loved it!

[joshua deathdealer]

Another amazing write. Strong imagery and intense emotions. I adore the picture you chose to accompany this poem. Excellent work.

This flows very nicely ! Keep up the great writes, I always look forward to seeing your read requests now : )

[brenda]

awesome loved the poem neva!:)

[EMF]

Actually moved to a tear by this poem. Words that just bury their way in and stay there.

[WindSong]

A broken spirit can easily mend with time. Love once tarnished and turned yellow can and will return again to a blossom of beauty in full bloom. Such a beautiful poem I shall bookmark for future reading.

[OT]

ohh I love the start - the idea of the wishes turning yellow on the pages - stale and brittle - and then to return to it at the end makes it almost complete - the circle - the yellow pages of you - the yellow dreams - nice!

[Aidz]

In the distance, sounds tried escaping the smiles of gypsy songs

you know you have me when you use lines like this

[Pax Analog]

The more I read your fine poetry, the more it almost feel like epic novels condensed to the sensuous shorthand of memory. You create a palpable atmosphere of soul communion. This particular piece soundly identifies the difference between flash and depth.

[Dream Weaver]

This read like a life's story upon yellowing parchment.
Great imagery and depth to this piece. Beautifully
done Neva xx