Ghosts
that have faces
but no eyes
whisper secrets
you thought no one knew.
Nostalgia
tinged with melancholy
about a time that was
but now will never be.
Heavy hearts that sag
and feel the weight
of actions taken
then regretted;
the past, a frozen thing
unalterable.
Places in the heart
lost and waiting,
take my hand
and lead it towards the light;
a truth outside the truth
always lost.
Dry bones
out in the desert
still searching
for that water.
I don’t know
who you are
so I try to face you
unflinchingly
and to make you feel
not ashamed.
Dry bones
out in the desert
still searching
for some love.
by matt at shadow of iris
Very nice Matt…
http://wetkitty.tumblr.com/post/874920781/dry-bones-ghosts-that-have-faces-but-no-eyes
Powerful . Intense lines that bring on the true essence of poetry.
Kitty, I really appreciate you sharing the poem. And I am really glad that you liked it. But I have to admit, your blog[s] makes me blush at times. Beyond this, I remain silent.
Rani, Thank you so much, I am really glad you liked the poem.
Hehehehe Matt!