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.

[∂αʌ<..]

i would say this poem is as gracful asthe ballet dancer in the pic!
a wonderful poem and the story that lies behind the veil of just amazing imagery is excellent!
great write!^^

[VelvetRosetta]

Beauty in the art of writing!

I so love this line...
Of ancient tears that fell on the horizon of night...

As always Neva, graceful, just like the image!

[kdpgrahi]

A brilliantly written poem. Now I feel most of your recent poems speak the same words, words of love, hope and an heavenly blissful feeling

[emmajoy]

Beautiful painting!

Love's an adventure, life is a long journey; maybe we need to find self before finding love .. a secret not everyone realises. We can't be another person, we can only be with him or her without hard and fast conditions else that's when those pages age, turn yellow. Expecting too much fades into .. whatever.

[Arthur Henn]

Nevea, you have a very special style of wording that raptures this readers soul.

I really like this line -

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

Never stop writing, Neva

[Rene Velez]

I like this poem, very moving and sad, Bravo Neva...

[Poetic Beauty]

Reflection and revelation sometimes come too late. This spins a glorious tale of one trying to find who they are and do the things they want to do only to find that the world doesn't seem as bright with out that special person by your side. That the most enthralling experience leads to "I wish they were here" Love this. I have been there a few times in my life. Once on my 29th birthday. Tried to drink the thought away and only made it worse. lol Lesson learned there. Stunning as always.

[Audrey Howitt]

I love how you framed this poem with yellowed pages at each end. And you tell a wonderful story of return to oneself --Love the last stanza just clear through. Lovely, lovely work!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We must know who we are as an individual before we can truly find happy with another person.


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

Love that verse.

[Kenneth The Poet]

I love the last stanza. The comparison of your being to the yellowing of paper is brilliance. Nice work again, Neva.