Outstreched Hand

When you stand alone, don’t worry,
for I am still beside you.
When it seems that no one cares, be calm,
for you still mean the world to me.

When you discover lies, stay true,
for I am still honest to you.
When you fear that you have no purpose, never fret,
for you are the reason I smile.

When you fall, look up,
for my hand is reaching out to you.
Reach out and take it,
it will never let you go.

Day

What word of simple human creation,
could give hint to the fellow human's heart,
of no end to the light of this meditation;
what word would even serve to start?

What distant eternal cries,
could have seen to the rising and the shine,
of the love in these eyes;
what love did make you mine?

What life's ever-looming breath,
can see to this ever-present, ever-spoken,
living, loving longing's death;
what life can take this love?

What can stray this eye from you,
that without you this heart would even beat a second,
and would give rise to love anew;
what could take this love?

What death's apparent finality,
could see to the dimming of this light,
of this luminosity within me;
what death, too soon in coming, could take this love?

What in your eyes could show,
that this light could be extinguished,
and ever cease to shine;
could even you take this love?

Love's fate

In 4 letters, an eternal emotion is set,
It keeps millions from stopping to fret,
In 4 letters, all that makes life well,
It’s the story only the characters can tell,
It can manifest itself in many a different way,
It’s black, white, and even gray,
Hurts a million, heals a million more,
Maybe its not so patient or kind anymore,
It still doesn’t envy, nor does it boast,
It’s still the object of many a toast.
The purity, one day, will be gone,
An era of darkness, then ushered will dawn.

What ever happened to the high values placed?
On the institution of marriage, have they been erased?
A day will come when they are forever lost,
A dark day indeed, when we pay that cost.
Woe to thee who love in that day!
Why, why dost thee ignore what I here say?
Waste no time, my friend!
Love as we know it is coming to an end!

The Dance

With a click
and a flash of light,
the music began to play.

Two outcasts,
the voluntary and the shunned,
glanced at each other
and began to dance.

Breaking the initial timidness,
she lay her hand in his,
nothing asked, but everything taken.

A slow song crept somberly through the air,
whilst the unlikely couple spun delicately,
too afraid to stop,
too afraid to let go.

The songs will speed up,
the step will grow more difficult,
but dance they will--
never once letting go,
never once looking back.

And when the music stops,
and she falls to the ground in fatigue,
he'll fall beside her...
all for a dance.

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So I wrote a new poem. Be amazed!