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.

[E.V. Black]

Beautiful.

[Chris]

Did you 'recapture' yourself? or find that time passed your falling stars off to other's that hadn't left? Did either really ever matter in the end measured to your now?

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Stunning poem, and love your pics as always :)

[Lily Mae]

This one had me in tears... between the people and masks to walking away to simply walk back into self.. Owning ones own truth and being solid in that is so powerful and it makes me wonder why we still relinquish that power over to others.. xx

[Kat Collins]

Beautifully moving...the grass isn't always greener in other places...We take for granted what we already have.

Thank you for sharing...