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

Alas

Alas, the dream you once had, fades from your eyes,

Watching footsteps past longing eyes—

The weary smile which marks the greatest goodbye.

Those hands, soft as silk, sharpen the blow—

Beauty comes, beauty passes, beauty changes

Like the seasons or leaves that dance merrily

Upon your head on an early autumn afternoon.

It’s not the words you speak but those

That get lost somewhere within your throat

Which cause your grief.

It is not the tears but the final gaze

That lingers—becomes a memento of

Ephemeral grace.

Alas, all the days you could have described

Humble brilliance became lost in reticence—

Caught beneath the greater umbrella

Of your fear and reluctance to speak.

Beauty crumbles, beauty is built up again—

Beauty is plastic like the script you read.

You are captivated with kindness, the simple act—

Of compassion, which evades you such.

The deepest sorrow is built, from

The illusion you built—dreams—

From which you wake, to clear your head,

Desperate to return again—to the moments

Of timeless grace

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com 

Can't

Somewhere hearts are light, and people laugh
Both day and night—champagne to celebrate—
The closing chapter in the book of fate.
That place is not here, for the quest has just begun,
Amongst the sorrow and angst—the stress—
We found relief… But I can’t, I can’t
I can’t tell you of the distance that’s come to pass.
The truth is swallowed, as we live for tomorrow—
Always one more day in our eyes—and maybe
Someday our gazes will intertwine, eye to eye…
But I can’t, I can’t, I’m not finished yet.
I can’t give up tomorrow, the next breath,
Which may be the finale to everything I’ve
Been working towards…
I can’t live for the beauty of the night
For my head must remain bowed
Beneath a candle’s light for a moment longer.
Somewhere the sounds of music tangos
With the soft laughter of deserving ears.
Oh, ere the end of our escapades,
The adventures that we have shared together,
We could share a moment, share a breath…
But I can’t, I can’t take the champagne
Down from the shelf—tomorrow we live
To die again, to die apart.