The Things I am
Posted on 26. Jul, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Coffee, Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Dedicated Poems, Inquisitive
I never meant to say anything
except the things I meant to say
the words that came from my lips
compared nothing to those felt in my heart
The rain would fall
and I say a name gently
it makes me feel comforted
by a love that never faded
The clouds part
as day fades to night
a crimson light ignites a memory
and my soul realizes itself alone
Independent in my life
as a partner to a life I cannot define
A soldier who cannot abandon his path
yet an artist who lives so vibrantly
I walk down the road
watching others as they watch me
Holding myself to a fate they cannot believe
as I wait patiently for a signal to let me walk
I pass a beggar
and for a moment I look into his eyes
as I tell him his life is defined by no one
and he responds with a face so honest
I walk into the corner cafe
as I glance around the room
smelling a hint of a double tall irish cream latte
and I wonder how I know that smell so well
The barista looks calmly at me
smiling as she begins to brew my favorite drink
and I ask her where the best seat in the house is
she gestures so whimsically to the corner I always sit