True Love of Coffee

Daily Poetry

Posted on 15. Jul, 2008 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two

Growing Up
*****

When I was younger,
I found many things that amazed me.
Exotic things, erotic only in the imagination,
Little nuances that no one else cherished.

Then I realized, gleefully feeling
That no one knew what could be seen.
I was a child, blissful, never wishing
Ignorant in how life could have been.

Yet I learned how to believe,
In me, the very things I could be.
With my childhood, perfect clarity
that I simply now can see.

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Listen to the Rain
*****

You didn’t know me,
Not like I wanted to know you.
I had lost my peaceful heart,
Without semblance or recollection
of standing in the calm.

Yet when it rained,
I thought of you,
Tempting words I didn’t say,
Falling upon silence
like drops lost in the storm.

I kept failing to fly,
A thousand times,
Again and again.
Lost, befuddled, amused,
Usually hopeless, sometimes yearning.

A thousand times,
I threw myself from heaven.
Daring to try, just once,
To touch your face,
Caress your lips.

When the sky sheds a tear
With but a chance to touch,
May I find your heart below,
Peaceful in knowing, I love you.
Even when I’m falling.