Parts of My Soul
(A Collection of Personal Poetry)
By Amy Brown
Parts of My Soul
By Amy Brown
Published by Amy Brown at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Amy Brown
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Table of Contents
Part One
First comes Love and Longing
Crush
simple gesture
simple walk
sets fire
a blaze in my soul
I see him daily
in my heart
his smile
and face
throbs my heart
when can I see you
again, crush
laugh at the thought
of being with you
palms sweat near you
voice shakes
you cause that too
quiver of fear
stop of the pulse
the very mention
of you
cause these too
Eyes
Timid but yet brave
Heavy heart but light in load
I must try to look in those eyes
Set about in a face so precious
I shall hold in my heart
I must try this once to look into your eyes
The ones of precious silver that pierce my heart with a stolen breath
I must look into your eyes before
I begin to feel unrest
Lover, you sit near me
Teasing my senses in unknown ways
The sounds far off distant to me
Although only a few feet away
I must try to look in your eyes
For now our hearts have reconnected in the same line and vein
For now our minds stay as one
For now the shine of the sun will blush
Your heart as I lay my ear upon it
The running wild moment of calm peace
Running through time’s complexities
I must try to look at those loving eyes
But they bun earnestly honestly to my heart because I want to cry for our love
Is immense in proportion of tremendous odds
With this I shall try to look in your eyes
But I cannot promise anything
For I am a modest lover with shy observations
I cannot stand to look at those loving eyes of ebony brown
For the love in them shakes me to my soul
For the longing in them makes me whole
Missing You
Sitting, kneeling in the rain writing down words which will mean something one day.
My love and soul, so near and far away but yet part of you stays lingers around like my perfume on a towel.
The rain, Ah!
So sweetly does it chime with bells wrapped around antique petals.
Deeply embedded crystals running, dotting on the sill, sitting in pools with the smell of chamomile.
Dear lover, dear love.
Oh so sweetly, do I crave your touch.
The slightest caress of your hand, breath to mingle with my own, defining moments of time's own.
Glide gentle bird, siren of the sky to the nearest branch way up high to escape the pebbles of delicate rain from your feathers.
The sky may be mourning while I yet yearn and crave the slightest satisfaction of your presence.
Dear swooning heart, are thou satisfied or not?
I believe I feel a sweet grace of your hand.
I believe I feel the sweet embrace of your arms.
Oh! A circle of warmth golden with your eyes.
Do I miss it? Yes, with every raindrop cried.
The moment you departed I felt already the slight sliding touch of Venus' hand.
She wove a tapestry around my heart and slowly, she unwinds it whenever you depart.
Sadly though, surely the day draws on without you.
The nights Oh! The nights!
Do not remind me of the solitude.
For woe's shame upon my breast do I desire to feel your warmth
to feel your fire near my bed.
Lover, I miss your time you spent so carefully with me.
I do crave you, love you, want you.
The same as you do to me.
Your hand in mines, the simplest of gestures stirs my soul and imagination.
You light my dark seeded path and shine the sun near my eyes.
Easy, simple, plainly so, for eternity and forever do I believe is to be both you and me.
Illuminate, enlighten, care to learn as to why my heavy heart does not carry a stones' load anymore?
Care to know what I think of you?
I believe you can mirror your thoughts to mine.
Sweet, sweet polite rain.
Sweet, sweet justice.
Washing away the sinful earth beneath my feet, watching it drip ever so steadily unto the ground collecting into a miniature sea.