The Blind Man

None of this has been said before,

I have never whispered words of caring—

Provided insight of how important you are.

I have never told you how unique you are,

How the good you do has touched my heart.

This is me, trying not to be selfish

Shyly stumbling on the words to tell you

That I’m glad you are a part of my life.

And sometime between now and when we first met

It occurred to me I might not survive

Without you.

The smiles we have shared make life worth living,

Each laugh feeling right, having purpose.

Even a blind man could see

What you mean to me—

For you gave me the gift of happiness,

And for that, I thank you.

DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Passion

Passion guides and passion becomes lost—

It is both what drives us and tears us apart.

Passion is the cause of our lust and love,

And for a moment, the breaking of our hearts.

Passion sculpts our dreams, keeps us awake—

It reminds us of all the sacrifices we have made.

Passion shows us that we are not good enough,

And keeps us moving towards who we want to be.

Passion is the cause of all the pain we have felt,

As well as all the joy to be brought.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Your Happiness

There are certain dreams that I dare not dream—

Desires bound so deep they will never be heard.

Alas, they are lost thoughts destined to return,

The haunting memories that never were.

We peer through time like picture windows,

As we both watch ourselves grow so old.

I think happiness evades us both, or so I hope—

That each of your smiles are touched

With the same wistfulness mine are.

Though that may make me nothing short of evil,

Your happiness would pain my dearly,

While I remain tearful and void of joy.

You are the dream I dare not dream,

That I repress beyond belief.

    DannYetmanwww.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com