A Distant Touch
You are over there finding you today,
The distance you requested, out of your way,
You searched the skies for you yesterday,
I searched for the right things to say.
For sharing my inner feelings we surely yell,
When you lost yourself, I lost myself as well,
Hoping to break free of this cavernous spell
Where my love for you is our personal hell.
Bleeding hearts wear faces others fear to mime,
We punish ourselves for another's crime,
Longing to leave no trace of grace or grime,
For mature hearts protect their limited time.
Our hearts long to feel young, souls freed,
The blistering winds of change slowly receed,
Summer's heat is gone, we bury Autumn's seed
And pray by Spring the past will concede.
Seems moments ago, our eyes first met,
Two lost and lonely hearts guarded and yet,
We had youth on our side and love beget,
Young hearts eager for laughter and to forget.
I made your heart flutter, your soul shine,
Sweetheart, you still do the same for mine,
I will wait here for you just beyond this line
You strung around your heart, my sweet valentine.
Written 2009 © Mark L. Berryann
like this very much but ~love that last verse ! nice going mark !
The love makes it a hearty read... The rhyme makes it a heartier read...
Today doesn’t belong to me or not in my hand The memory clearly plays as true friend I shall not make it known to the world I wish only to become part and come in your fold We were moving in expected line it was friendship day called as valentine We may not be able to witness it as golden shine I consider it as only gift and precious to be divine
Another fantastic versification of your heart's words here..In fact you can write so well when you work with the rhyming scheme..I just adore all of your rhyming.Gorgeous!! Love it Mark
Nice flutter of YOU and I around the heart of emotions in this poem, good compositional scheme too
I love the rhyming couplets and appreciate how well your poem has been crafted. My favorite stanza is 'Our hearts long to feel young, souls freed.............' as it brings in the seasons to weave into the story. Rhythm and rhyme I have found out, is very much enjoyed by so many, as this one is enjoyed by me.
Class mark... pure class my friend, since joining this site, your already excellent writing skills have metamorphosed into a tsunami of poetic flow and unassuming confidence in your work... brilliant!!!
lovely poetic write
So many "love" poems gush unread-ably. This holds passion in an honorable collected place and lets it out thoughtfully for all to follow and nod to... and nod I did through the whole of the piece(head up and down) yes good well expressed poetic truth here. Hope a new start can be found, granting space is the key.
"Mature haerts protect their limited time" is just one of the excellent phrases to remember in this fine piece.- - a poetic gem of a verse Mark. Bookmarked this.
This is such a lovely read, the flow and rhythm is great. A very well produced poem indceed.
People always seem to be just beyond reach of that true understanding; the true sense of being one. To me this is a poem of loss, pining for those feelings we once had, where the union seemed to be a perfection, while in reality the lines were being drawn all along.
Mark I found this in sentiment to be quite beautiful, nothing ever really dies, it just gets buried for awhile.