The Dreaming Memory of Clouds
Posted on 11. Dec, 2006 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Defiant, Loss, Love
Do not talk of love, not to me my dear heart.
I am not the one who lost itself, or tore down
everything I felt. Could not I choose to feel.
Do not dare, to illicit a response from me,
as I am trying to ignore you standing there,
waiting.
Do not care of me, you who stands in the rain.
Letting that cold air cleanse you,
as the freezing sentiment of solitude keeps my company.
Is this not fair? To hold myself away,
imprisoning my spirit above your defiant abandon,
as I listen to the soulful chatter of my dancing memories,
dreaming.