Wednesday, May 09, 2007

The Rose Melts the Ice


She told me she could see something missing in me just by looking at my eyes
She said it without regret or an action to sympathize
She took one look at me
She saw my soul dying within me
And to this day i can't recall why

I am the man i don't want to be
I am the heart that's torn by time and left with but the soles of his own feet

I am the soul that's dragged in time
Dying, bleeding, eternal, your love is mine

I am the soul that is torn apart
I am the weakened knees when it comes to sparks
I am the romance within one's heart
I cry alone in the dark

I am the breeze that fills the air
The wonder that never cares
The little child that skips with flare
I am but the feeling underneath my hairs

She said i could see you missing something in your eyes
The way you sit alone as i sympathize
The warmth of the feeling that you send in vibes

You are the red flower
And i am the icey winter
You melt my ice

7 comments:

OmanforLife said...

I have complimented you on your poetry once (you were in *bucks)...and I remain loyal to it. It's lovely.

Sleepless In Muscat said...

and here I am trying to figure out who you are...

lol..

:P

thanks very much for that great compliment

OmanforLife said...

Did you figure it out? haha... You are more than welcome...yet again.

OmanforLife said...

Actually, I doubt very much if you figure out who i am, as I have only approached you once. Maybe I will gather the courage to say hello once more. ;-)

Sleepless In Muscat said...

hmmmm...

you're terribly mysterious.

I guess I'll have to wait and see, I suppose :o)

Anonymous said...

this poem takes my breath away, especially the very last line.

impressed, not for the first time.

Sleepless In Muscat said...

Anonymous:

Thank you for those lovely words.