A poem

By Parson Thru

Tue, 18 Mar 2014

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4 comments

Oh my lovely friend.

Time and distance play their game

to make us night and day.

You faded out of sight.

Became invisible but flickered

like a distant flame.

The beauty of your eyes.

If I could take a brush

and paint the perfect smile.

Oh your tortured heart.

If I could heal your wounds

and take away your pain.

When day embraces night.

The glory of a thousand suns

I’ll gladly give to you.

Until then, I give this poem.

Comments

This is very beautiful. I

Permalink Submitted by Bee on Tue, 2014-03-18 09:26

This is very beautiful. I loved the title simply being 'A Poem'. Who is Buendia?

Bee

Hi Bee. Thank you. Buendia is

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Tue, 2014-03-18 11:30

Hi Bee. Thank you. Buendia is hello / good-day . Glad you like it.

Parson Thru

Thank you.

Permalink Submitted by Bee on Tue, 2014-03-18 11:39

Thank you. I know it's a name, too, so I thought your poem may have been for B. How stupid of me!

Bee

No No No No Bee! Never say

Permalink Submitted by Parson Thru on Tue, 2014-03-18 12:26

No No No No Bee! Never say that. I didn't know it was also a name. Thanks for pointing it out. I love the things you have been writing recently. xx