Letter of Hope
As far as my eyes can see,
I see you, I contemplate.
I think of you, night and day,
I dream of you day-long!
I write to you, countless letters,
Full of my heart; feelings die,
Inside it, crumpled piece of love.
I write thousand times, with new hope, new light!
But every time they cry, they cry alone,
In the dark.
The black words become alive,
They crawl, they creep all over,
All over my bed, my body.
They stretch out scrawny hands,
To smother me, or my dreams!
I wake up, not a soul there,
I am old and wise enough,
I write another note, fast and clear.
And fold and keep with care.
And promised to not crumple anymore.
And, again go to bed, to sleep, to dream.
‘Cause, as far as my eyes can see,
I see me with you,
Entangled in your arms, merged into your eyes.
This poem is linked to Carry On Tuesday and the prompt for this week is the title and the first-line of a famous song from 1982, sung by Colin Blunstone with the Alan Parsons Project.
Title: Old and wise
First line: As far as my eyes can see