Painted SkiesA Poem by MachinaWriterThere is a green field, / painted behind my eyes... / and I must simply close them / to see those starry skies...The coffee stain, smeared across this glossy-finished tabletop like a waterstain- painted, drawn; catches my eye, as it always does, during the early hours of dawn. It seizes my train of thought, a temporary stop, screeching, pistons ceasing as I think to the other stains
that still aren’t gone. Like the stain of disdain I have for all the things I still have yet to gain. This cigarette, burnt out from neglect, rests between my fingertips as I sip upon the same early morning coffee, I drink at the start of every day. And I think, I lack heart in the things I say, constantly scratching away at a leatherbound book, as I look
for meaning in this life. I’ve been dreaming of things, my tongue can’t speak; of green fields starry
skies and snowy mountain peaks. And of something else,
I really seek… someone whispering in my ear, taking away my fears; making me feel weak
and strong. who makes days short
and moments long. I rest my coffee cup upon that stain and lift my head looking up
at my window instead; I stop and see the first light over the rooftops,
breaking away the night as I imagine you rising out of bed. And I seek sleep, because deep in those dreams everything seems…
…better. Not an escape. A time to envision and help with the decision to break away the tape around this crime scene that used to be my dreams…
…but not any longer. Because…
there is a green field, painted behind my eyes… and I must simply close them to see those starry skies, where you and I lay side by side, upon beds of grass… I know eventually I’ll meet you there,
old friends, embraced at last… And with you I’ll lie down
in those green pastures forgetting past years
and past hurts… There is for once solemnity
in
my soul… and this sin in me, which burns like coals is starved in the waters of your sea… And I wish to thank you, for your sacrosanct heart. It is a shrine in the eyes
of my departing mind… To me, you are sacred; and I wish to rid myself of the fears that put a lid upon my heart,
ready to burst… Because you quench the thirst of my soul, in you, I finally live… and I know,
you deserve all I can give. Because I find strength in all our
talks. And through them I would walk, through that darkest valley, in the alley between hopelessness and despair… For even there,
you rally the courage in me; you give me reason to be
a better man. To stand…
…when I once would lay. You have brought me a soul of solemnity… And given me a mind
of serenity… I now have a heart longing for love just saying “Let it be! Let it be!” So I look upon that coffee stain, and give a little smile. In a short while, we’ll talk again and I’ll be greeted by the hope you send in
every little message… I watch the last vestige of night fade away to day…
the sun is free… I think of you and I think of me then I think of the stain.... and decide to let
it be,
let it be… © 2012 MachinaWriterFeatured Review
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Added on November 23, 2012Last Updated on November 27, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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