Amber eyes

I stand so tall with bark so tough,
I stand so broad - always in a rush.
To look inside would be so dark,
To search within would leave its mark.
My rings are tight away from view,
From ages past, from me to you.
Within the rings my child does lay,
Behind the bark to live each day.
The roots go deep within the soil,
To draw life's breath from our eternal coil.
Its only when the shell feels pain,
Does the amber run like a tear of rain.
Within the gold the child is seen,
His past and present, all he's been.
He watches out and knows so well,
The cost of dreams he wants to tell.
The branches stretch - to touch the sky,
To find potential in the amber eyes.
The oak stands strong through wind and rain,
Through sun and breeze to keep me sane.
My life the oak will see the end,
It's kept me well and stayed my friend.


Flowers

Love came one day like the wind
It blew across my face like a soft breeze,
And swallowed me up to move inside.
It touched the empty chasm and spilt over
Leaving a charred emotion to find a corner.
She was not my typical type just plain,
She was buying flowers unaware of me
And would never know how she touched me so
Why?


Love is

Love is a tear in a fabric to envelop your soul,
Where it has gone it leaves a broken shard;
Love gives away your freedom and steals and hides,
To appear again when the disrupted sands lay down to rest.
To taste the sweet nectar of the scarlet breath,
To merge into the lost empire of golden truths,
And fall like the troubled raven with death in its grasp.
To trust the smell of violet waves crashing through,
Rushing into the space that is isolated from hunger.
Like any flower I see it wither and fade into the earth,
And the air turning colder from the familiarity of time,
Love is this web of truths and untruths,
love is....
 

Matthew

When I look at you my child of pain,
I see myself under your lovely skin,
The fear the loss and loneliness again.
I want to help your deeper cry,
And soothe your brow with love and care,
And free your soul before you die.
Your silent tear left me a broken man,
It showed me something deep inside,
A child that hides; that always ran.
When I see you, I feel so much,
I understand the fear that hides away,
That's needs to be seen for a loving touch.
Maybe we can help each other,
And walk the path, hand in hand, heart to heart,
To face the fear and look within, to find our friend.
Words could never explain our tear,
They search around and lose their way,
Its only our hearts that have the skill, to look and dare.
Forgive me son for leaving you, to fend alone,
I was lost myself from a life pain,
From my father who had a heart of stone.

© 2004 Ricky Lock
E-mail the poet: ricky.lock@bt.com


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