Without You

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Without You

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A piece of sun falling through the branches began

following me as I walked along the jagged cliffs

high above the rampant river that meanders

through the canyons near my house.

 

The valley oak trees were too busy this day

drinking their morning cups of sunlight

to even notice me, as creatures underfoot

scurried from the shriek of the red tailed hawk.

 

I didn’t really know exactly what had brought

me here this dawn except that there was no

other place I could think of that could bring me

the solace and comfort I needed to sort out

the many dilemmas that have been preoccupying

my spirit of late.

 

What security this place brings to me, like it

always has, as it held me tight in its shroud

of acceptance, and the majesty of its fate,

as the mist of circumstance filled me anew

with the rain of renewal, and the vista, of purpose.

 

And yet, it was through all this, when I finally

realized why I had chosen this favorite place

of mine to be at on this particular moment at all.

 

It was to prove to myself once and for all,

that even with this kind of grandeur, and splendor

that abounds all around me, that without you in my life,

I would no longer need my swollen eyes,

for they would have nothing left of pure beauty

to ever look at, again.

 

My shuddering hands, tattered with desolation  

that so desperately seek the softness of your skin

would also be of no use as they would no longer

have any reason to touch anything  

without your smile in their hold.

 

Nor yet would my lips be of any consequence

without your angelic face to place them upon

so tenderly, ever again

 

Staring down into the misty abyss,

I prayed for providence of my existence with you,

and for the resolve of my fidelity that creates

this shell with no soul, that I have become

without the promise of your warmth by my side.

 

And it is with conclusion resolute, that without you,

and the heart of mine that you hold so close

within yours, that you too shall have my lungs

as well, as even one more breath would be one too many,

without you in my day, without you, in my night,

without you, in my tomorrow, without you,

without you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Harley Ann]

so, I was looking through reviews you guys sent me, and then moved on to my library, and then found this there. so i re-read it. and then i thought, I must have left a review telling him how utterly amazing this is and why it was added in my library. so I look, and there's no review. so...
This is beautiful, Antonio! So deep and powerful, deeply touching. I think I just might add it in my library...haha. Again, the abstract use of words is intriguing. I think this is how I felt when Spencer broke up with me (oops, I actually said his name...). And though I think I've mostly moved on, I still think this is a wonderful write. :)

[Tia Sanchez]

Emotional. I love your clear expression of your feelings. Pen to paper? You put HEART to paper here.

[Natalie]

Flooded with beautiful images and emotions. It reads more like a story than a poem to me. I think I would cut out any superfluous words and all punctuation. Just slam us with beauty and pain. LOL

[Hanan_Maliah]

I do believe you have been seduced by love...shared in the caress of passion...and felt the mind-shattering effect of heartbreak...this must be so because your writing tastes of sweet tears falling from experience...ahhhh my friend but I do enjoy a kindred soul

[A.Lee]

Aww, this is beautiful. Wonderful wistful images... Great job.

[celyn]

..sad and beautiful. Quite the tear jerker, especially for us hopeless-romantics. Another brilliant write, Mr. Valentino.

[Brette Medb]

Wow. That's really the only word I have to describe this. I definitely saw myself in part of this... when I first got engaged, I was terrified of the idea of being married even though I love him more than anything in this world. Through my terror I and fear of being committed to one person and leaving myself vulnerable to another other than myself I told him I didn't want to get married. That I still loved him but I couldn't do it. When he agreed and said that was fine with him it hit me so hard, this pain in a place I could not identify, a sick to my stomach terror more than that I had ever felt about the idea of marriage. The terror was of losing him, thus losing a piece of myself. I felt that in this poem. Needless to say it ended in me begging him to not listen to me and that I had made a huge mistake and we're still getting married, but this poem brought me back to that. Beautiful imagery and evocative emotion!

[Crowley]

Good God man....you rock! You paint a great picture of emotion, and dealing and healing and nature, and more importantly you write really well letting the ideas paint themselves and run down the paper, interrupting the flow only briefly to put in your two cents. Great work mu friend, I am suitably impressed.