A Poem In Need One I Am Unable To Fill
A POEM IN NEED
ONE I AM UNABLE TO FILL
Xiao Ling, is a poem that needs to be written.
Xiao Ling, is a poem that I would love to write.
Her inner / outer beauty - with, I have become smitten.
She, for a short while, made me feel life was alright.
I have never been to China.
Think I touched Her Heart so finna?
Reached deep within, to touch Her Soul.
She, I never really got to know.
I am unable to fathom the dreams,
the desires of an other, it seems.
For they / she travels on different beams.
I know , I never touched the edges of Her Heart,
nor the fringes of Her sweet Soul
Her youthful Spirit I did enjoy,
as She allowed much for this old boy
to fill my twilight days with.
The illusion, of touching Her Heart, lingers on
even though, reality is !, She is long gone
in search of Her own dreams and desires
as this old fool faces death, of his burning fires.
What once was, will never come back.
My heart strings, I will have to let be slack
as I crawl among and through every moment
of every experience we shared, that meant
I was alive, living life in fulfillment
of a greater sacrament.
B. J. "A" 2
November 4th 2010
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