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For I Am In Your Arms

Poetry By: walkingonfate
Poetry


Tags: Love, Death, Arms, Safety


A poem about letting go, and the decision of your loved one to follow you.


Submitted:Dec 25, 2009    Reads: 134    Comments: 8    Likes: 2   



The endless nights and sleepless days

I find myself in an etenernal haze

Of water colours and crystal chalks

Across this painted road he walks


Towards me with his arms awide

Against his chest, in safety, I reside

The warmth of his heart near my own

I take comfort in the love we've grown


For each other, for you, in your arms

I know, each time, I am safe from harm

With every waking minute of my life

Every breath, every pain, every strife


In your arms, the night draws near

"Hang in there" You whisper in my ear

Your voice is beautiful. Enchanting.

Each note, each word, undemanding.


"The sky is formed of rouges and pinks

of primrose, and yellow," so you think.

My blinded eyes can no longer sense

The beauty of your solemn pretence


The beating of my heart, it lingers

Around my arms, I feel your fingers

Press tight in my skin and plead

"Hold on. Hold on. It's you, I need."


He contiues, his voice so hurt

His voice is smooth, and in no way curt

"As selfish as it sounds, I -

can not live to see you die."


I feel the contours of his face

Then soon my fingers trace

His lips, I give a gentle kiss

For the corner of his mouth, I miss


"Dream," He cries, "Dream of me

Of angels, and of sky and sea

For in the special place for which you leave

Above is light and dark beneath


Leave me now, when I summon you

and don't look back towards me too

I give you my heart and soul

My body, my mind, so whole"


Blinded eyes stream with greying tears

He chin rests in my hands, so near

I reach, weakened limbs towards his face

One last time, to touch and feel his grace


"I love you." I hear my own quiet voice

He kisses me deep : "I have made my choice."

I fear what he says, and that what he says is true

"I have decided, to embrace the darkness with you."


"No." I find myself crying aloud, the well echoes with the sound

"Too long from death, we've cowed." our backs are cold against the ground

The water engulfs us, swallows us whole, it's sickly charms

Embrace our souls yet I am safe, for I, am in your arms






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