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Only An Ocean to Cross
by Tony Whitaker
Dreams steeped in
your fulsome fiery smiles
stirring glowing embers
that burned out of control
in my soul
The shocking blush of such bold beauty
sitting in my assigned seat
in stunned silence staring
as you sat beside me
mind and heart depart
separate battle camps
“I would die for you”
I remember holding you, once
close as we kissed
Those times with you now melted
into serene scenes
you and I and a desert isle
perpetually perfecting paradise
You never knew the creeping madness
sleepless nights and dull delights
in the closing of the dream
the world’s greatest lovers lost
the lottery of a life together
in time to a reality which soon fades
Potential for violence is not a crime
murder by broken heart - capital
This thorned and narrow path
will sow our seed of friendship
where the bloom of youth
lost to the joy of growth
beneath your smile
sprouts seeds of joy
Here now, the real world
lives tossed to distant shores
from rapture to reality
sandy beaches for love-starved souls
and only an ocean to cross
03/15/2011 Author's Note: To Dundee, MS. Home of my first love 50,000 years ago!
Posted on 03/15/2011
Copyright © 2024 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/16/11 at 01:10 AM I once had a kindergarten student say out loud (where the whole class could hear)..."Ms. Arnold, you're pretty...(and when the whole class turned and looked at him)...he continued.."kind of" LOL lOVED your poem, Tony~ hugs |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/17/11 at 02:13 AM Hands down one of your best. Thanks for this, Tony. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/18/11 at 09:53 PM A wonderful poetic postcard from start to finish. Awesome write. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/26/11 at 07:50 PM ...[importantly titled], tony, as everyone says: you out done yeself, boy! i love/hated/grinned/pouted/felt pathos...all on the ride of these lines, another 'i can feel what he's talking-bout-pomes. touche! |
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