Happenstance

The fluidity of life—the days that pass—

May bring me love and hope that something

Good may one day last. I did not set out,

To explore the world through expectant eyes

But it seems all my dreary thoughts have fallen

To the wayside, and I cannot breathe without

Fond memories burning deep within me.

A soft touch, the feeling of your hair through

My fingertips binds the entirety of my being.

Love is dripping, like the faucet in your kitchen,

Or exists as the gentle ticks of your clock.

The curtains lofting upwards from the gentle gust,

Painting the picture of your personality and vigour.

Secrets slice between strange circumstance—

Strangers mingle amongst chance encounters.

I am holding the image of a soft face and wishing,

I could take her with me, or at least understand

The meaning of our happenstance.

      DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Heavy Hearts

In the context of late nights and sullen hearts,

The blind can see—their eyes shine brighter

Than mine could ever be.

And in the moonlight, in open courtyards—

Harbour lines—lovers shout,

Finding peace of a different kind.

Tidal waves crash at their feet,

To weaken faith—and personify

The hidden fear… The evil wraith

Which whispers to her at night—

The cause of her torment—doubt—

Which, in her heart, ferments.

In the context of late nights and sullen hearts,

The blind believe—their hearts are light;

They listen to the tales lovers weave.

Even I know their time is bound to pass,

I watch sweethearts part—a tender kiss—

Else misfortune breaks their hearts.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

What You Are to Me

I keep trying to run away

But I keep ending up next to you—

Even on this dark day.

Tell me what I am to you

And watch me disappear—

Never stop missing you.

Transcend through the stars,

Upon the eve of hypocrisy.

I can’t help but wonder where you are.

My heart flutters, does not beat,

The guilt is eating away at me—

Tears have never been so sweet.

        DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/

You Shouldn't

This shouldn’t bother me but it does,

I think about it daily, it consumes me.

I should take the quick way home but I don’t.

I should tell you how I feel but I won’t,

I can’t speak my mind, well… Because of it.

My hands still shakes when I think of it—

Heart beats out of my chest until I feel weak.

My smile disappears and all the jokes cease.

In this moment I’m not ridiculous, I’m serious.

I don’t stammer but words are plain and few,

It shouldn’t bother me but it does,

I think about it daily, for better or worst.

       DannYetman

http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/