The Morning Behind

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    The Morning Behind

    I know what you have been through, and I understand very well all the visions in your heart and mind; all the wishful thinking, I believe, we both have.

    I dream the same dream like yours.

    But, I guess, that is the only best place where our heart and mind could ever meet peacefully without anyone to hinder us with our great fantasy.


    Each time I realize the truth behind us, the bruises start to pique my sanity.

    But I always find my way coming back with you there.

    I think of you a whole lot.

    I say this, in case you do not know.

    But my heart could sense very clearly, that only your uncertainties are the ones stopping you from listening to what my heart whispers.

    Now, tell this to yourself… I, am with you!


    We may never be together in this world we all live;

    You and I, no matter how we try…both know the reason why we cannot.

    Not because I am neither what I am now nor what you are and what you will be;

    But because, no man could ever live with his fantasies forever.

    It is just hard to fall in love with dreams and wishes.

    Yet, that is the only best secret place we could meet…

    To touch you

    To hold you

    To hug you

    And…to love you!


    There is a purpose to all these;

    Why we had to like us this way…

    Why I had to meet you that way;

    And, why I have to go away.


    You are just doing so fine now. Go on and leave me here…I can take care of myself.

    Run! … move-on to your journey in life;

    And there, you shall meet me again at the end of the road.

    Your princess will meet you someday somehow in time.

    She may not be like me…but, when her heart starts to whisper

    That is then the time you meet me again.

    That very thing our sparkling heart feels for now,

    Will be the same with your sparkling moments with her someday.


    And when the time comes, you will just smile and remember all the wonderful sparkling moments we shared whether we’re near or far.

    The memories shall echo in your mind reminding you not much of me

    But, what my heart really tries to whisper with you each day.


    Now you know what you really are to me

    So, it is time for me to go.

    Just remember this, it is not in the long span of time that two people stays together to measure each other’s hearts; it is in the special sparkling moments you shared even for a short while to make two hearts beat as one.


    The sun is now rising

    Wake up! … It is morning.

    Unfold my hands behind you

    Let these hearts start anew.

    Allow this moment for us to remind

    That this is just The Morning Behind.


    Till our hearts meet again… goodbye!


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    DeepEclipse commented on The Morning Behind

    01-13-2010

    [But because, no man could ever live with his fantasies forever] - This leaped out at me as wisdom often does, as a surprise. Perhaps why we tend to hit disapointments, trying to keep the fantasy alive. This is such a weave of a poem. It felt like I was sleeping and a formless voice was uttering things to me in a dream-like state. And although it seemed that it spoke of an ultimatum, it still spoke it with such good reasonings. This is a poem of a style all its own. The wording was.......trancing in a way. It just made sense. I thoughouly enjoyed this emotional journey.

    Drivingczar commented on The Morning Behind

    04-18-2009

    Another nice write!

    mykhail commented on The Morning Behind

    01-30-2009

    I really enjoy your poetry. It is unique in my opinion.

    rollerderby commented on The Morning Behind

    01-30-2009

    We have all had a love we wanted to keep, just to lose it before it had a chance to grow into something beautiful. at least you will always have your memories of of the love you shared, no matter how brief. well done dear. Doug

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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