![]() I And YouA Poem by Lucas GrashaMy hands shake beyond what I believe, the
skies have opened up their eyes upon me. With
hate they look, as despise, they must, I
cry to their Wings, “I’ve had my enough!” I
scream and scream, till my voice starts to bleed, but
I wake back up in a dream, fantasy. I’m
on the sands; they’ve brought me here, back
to these hearts that I held so dear. I
hear them calling, their voices clear, I
cry back to them in pouring tears. I’ve
left them so; I know what I’ve lost, there
was no price of this, not a knowing cost. I
sprawl on their fabrics, the skin of life, I
find their warmth within confines of night. They
do not recede, like the waters onshore, what
more could a man as me ask for? I
have been brought my comfort, my solace sands, I
may finally be able to put rest in my hands. Replace
this parchment, this ball-point pen, let
my heart find life again. Build
me a vessel; let me sail these seas, let
me sail until I find myself another beach. And
then, there, I will rebuild at last, far
away from my sailing mast. And
then, there, maybe I’ll find my love, surely,
my last song hath yet to be sung. And
maybe, there, you’ll start there with me, to
intertwine so tight, to feel your breath with my breathe. We
will have our island, our own domain, far
from confines, far from restrain. We
will own the sunset, the sunrise too, for
if you want, let it be only I and you. © 2011 Lucas GrashaReviews
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Added on March 8, 2011Last Updated on March 8, 2011 Author![]() Lucas GrashaPittsburgh, PAAboutI've chosen in life to use the pen in place of the sword; or rather, the giving in place of giving up. I believe that I do possess a talent, but that opinion is only mine; if you would please (if you .. more..Writing
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