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Day after night, night after day
I yearn to be with you (regardless of the cost);
to hear your heart beat next to mine,
to feel your lips brush against mine
as I taste your breath—so intoxicating.
For you are the one, the only one
I know matches my soul.
You are the lantern, guiding me
upon the path of love;
showing me the intricacies
of everything it can be.
You are the symphony
that resonates deep within
the very core of my being;
sweeping me along,
lifting me to the very gates of heaven.

I check off each box upon the calendar;
count down the seconds, until I can once again
fly upon the wings of my desire,
at the speed of light back to you.
I rejoice—my heart bursts with
untold emotion as I behold you there.
We belong together.
We are two pieces separated for so long,
and yet (with no effort) we fit perfectly.

Time speeds up.
Relativity betrayed
as life invades,
and responsibility cannot be denied.
I must go back and suffer
separation for however brief
(or not so briefly) it may be.
For every time I leave,
I feel another piece of me
ripped away, left with you,
as I cry…knowing that one day
there’ll be no more separation.
One day we’ll be together – forever
in body as well as soul.

It is that knowledge that sustains
me through the dark days alone.
It is the knowledge
that eventually all I am
will be left with you, and none
will be left to go away.
Life will no longer conspire
to keep us apart.

Until that day my dear,
I’ll continue counting those seconds,
checking those boxes,
and leaving pieces of me
for you to keep safe.

© August 9, 2011 CRF


Posted by on August 9, 2011 in poetry


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The Awakening (blogophilia)

The Awakening

Wandering aimlessly through life
as the half-healed wounds of the past, bleeding
scarlet, fester and break open anew.
These wounds I barely remember
incurring, assault my thoughts
through memories dark and deprived.
These wounds—insomnia inducing—remind
me of all that I lack.

And yet, I kept searching…for something,
someone to make it better, a connection
that would transcend space and time,
place a salve upon this scarlet-tinged
trauma, so that the gashes
upon my psyche disappear—I heal.

I found that in you, a shining beacon
of love and hope. A gentle soul
that gives so much, yet asks so little;
only desiring a confirmation
that your sending of love
has been delivered.
IT HAS—in so many ways
I could never enumerate:
in the soft giggles over a phone line,
in the bombardment of emotes
interspersed with the abbreviated
English of cyber-speech.

I could never mistake your love.
For it has saved me,
from the pain of the past.
It has reminded me
of what life can be.
It has freed me
to live for today,
and desire to reach tomorrow.
And in so doing, it has awoken
the beast—that is my own
passionate love for you.

© March 5, 2011 CRF


This has been written for the blogophilia writing group that originated on MySpace and has somewhat continued on Facebook.

I chose the topic Connections that Can Heal and used bonus options of

1) mention insomnia, 2) include cyberspeech, 3) include confirmation of delivery and 4) use the color scarlet twice.

I promise all are in there, though some are expanded or rearranged in words for poetic license.


Posted by on March 5, 2011 in poetry


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For so long I stayed wrapped up
deep within the cocoon
I formed; a victim
of my own misplaced trust.
Or, was it just tattered
from years of abuse,
as I willingly opened up
…only to be betrayed.

I started out so innocent—naïve,
only to become jaded—unwilling
or unable to reach out any more.
Too often had I been misled;
too often, had I bled;
I pledged—victim never more.
And so I was alone—ever more.

But then you came, from nowhere;
opened my eyes to everywhere,
as you mended my broken shards;
showed me, that not all life
is doomed to be hard.
Some joys still remain.

You took that chance,
made that first step,
braved the inevitable pain
and trusted me…with your heart.
You showed me just what was missing.
You gave me, the most beautiful,
yet tender part of you;
and in so doing, awoke me
to the land of the living.

In you, I’ve relearned trust…
With you, I’ve set aside the dust.
Because of you—I broke free
spread my wings, and fly again.

© October 6, 2010 CRF


Posted by on October 6, 2010 in poetry


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Forgotten Rooms

Van Gogh's grave

Image by gadl via Flickr

Forgotten Rooms

Meandering through long forgotten rooms
devoid of dust, yet still untouched—emotions;
silence deafens in this artistic tomb.
I stroll, examining neglected visions
of old, perceiving no gloom—no doom.
I revel, seek meaning in lost creation.
The impression I feel is so surreal.
I savor the delight that feels so unreal.

Somehow, in every masterpiece I view,
whether Van Gogh, Monet or Dali
everything I see reminds me of you
in ethereal splendor, flying free;
and my heart swells; I smile—desire ensues.
Let there be no cure for this, my disease.
For you bring me joy in reality.
I shall dream of you for eternity.

© September 26, 2010 CRF


Posted by on September 26, 2010 in poetry


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My Light (XXV)

My Light

I sit back and ponder—fondly with a permanent grin
the beautiful, perfect you…and I wonder
just how I became so lucky to have found you.
For it was you who reached out in my darkest days;
it was you who pulled me from that miasma,
wrapped your arms around me—kissed me,
and in so doing, freed me from despair.
You showed me the light…no, you are my light.
You shine down on me, day and night;
you, my sun and moon, warm me in your glow.
Your sparkling eyes, beaming with love, alight on me.
Your tender smile, with all it promises, delights me.
Your warm embrace comforts me with the promise
that here I belong…here, in your arms, I am home.
For it is more than a promise, together as one
we’re destined to be, for all eternity;
together, as one, just you and me.

You’ve shown me that I am deserving of love,
and in return, I know, though you protest,
you deserve it too. You, my darling,
my Light, my Life, my World.

© September 25, 2010 CRF


Posted by on September 25, 2010 in poetry


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Awakening (double etheree) (XXII)

you snuck
up on me
without warning;
Caressing my heart
softly, in gentle hands.
You stoked emotions within.
Emotions which had lain dormant
for so very long—I hardly knew.
And I doubted their very existence.
Yet, in you I have found all the answers.
Answers to questions I never asked;
You rekindled my hope and joy,
breathed life into my darkness.
Shed light upon my pain,
and in so doing
you rescued me
from this hell;
You saved


Posted by on September 22, 2010 in poetry


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Along A Winter’s Gale (XXI)

Along a Winter’s Gale

Restlessly I lay awake,
tossing and turning ‘neath sheets
of burgundy, as the sky
slowly brightened.
You drifted in along the breeze,
or so it seemed, my pulse quickened.
I could feel your breath upon my neck,
tickling—teasing me along
on the edge of consciousness.
I could feel your hands glide
slowly down my sides
seeking purchase,
seeking an entrance,
so that you could slide in.
I could almost taste your tongue,
as it darted into my mouth
urging me to shout.
And yet I didn’t,
I gasped, as my eyes flew open,
and I found myself
shivering alone
with a winter storm
brewing outside.
I cried.

© September 21, 2010 CRF


Posted by on September 21, 2010 in poetry


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