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 Poetry Corner Welcome to my world. Here are a few poems I've written over the years, during the good times, and bad. I hope you like them. - Shari Silent Whispers When I look into the softened
Beauty of your eyes,
A symphony of utter sweetness
Soars me through the skies.
I look up into tenderness
That holds me in its will,
I cannot breathe for in that moment
Time is standing still.
You look into my eyes and see me,
Soul that's standing bare,
You look into my hopes and dreams
And silence holds me there.
I often sigh with gentle whispers
Of what cannot be,
Never-spoken words of music,
Loving silently. 
Love's Promise Love found me, again,
Coming in the door, like a long-lost friend.
Why do I open my arms, my heart to him?
When I know that love is a demon that can hurt me?
We were lovers at first, melting into each other
Like days that pass with untold moments in time,
Sharing one life, one heart, one home,
As days turned to years, not knowing when or how things would end.
I look at him today, the love I used to know,
And wonder where he went, the man I once held close.
Emptiness surrounds me, drowns me now
In its dark, yet strangely calm waters.
I feel these days that once were young,
Now have come to be older, wiser, sadder.
My heart no longer jumps at the sound of his key in the door,
Only dread for what lay ahead in the evening's darkness.
Why can't things stay the same, with love holding your hand,
Keeping you safe, warm, together?
Living with a man I no longer know, or want to know,
Only memories of what was once a promise of what could be.
Love's at the door again, but this time
His bags are packed, hand raised in goodbye. He has places to go.
Where did you go, my love? Why did you leave so long ago?
He smiles but has no answer. For he is a demon which holds no promises... Winter's Kiss I felt the brush of Winter's kiss
Against my lips, so soft, sublime,
Caressed by flurries of love's hand
It stilled the emptiness of time.
He looked into my eyes and saw me,
Soul that's empty, standing bare,
He looked into my hopes and dreams
His silence held me, standing there.
I looked up into eyes of whiteness
Held within his strength of will,
Beckoned, I move silently
Toward arms outstretching, open still.
Embracing me, I still could see
His yearning hunger for my kiss,
Never-spoken words of aching,
I stepped off into the abyss.
Winter's symphony of love had
Caused our heart, now one, to sing,
And all the joy that we could feel now
Turned his Winter's kiss to Spring
Guided (dedicated to my grandmother) She came to me in the darkness, among my dreams, soft and silent,
Taking my hand and walking with me
along a road wrought with dark uncertainty.
Warm was her touch, calming my soul,
Aching with remembrance of what had been missing
since she had been gone
And her touch soothed my fear of what lay ahead.
We walked through today, down the winding treachery of tomorrow
And the depth of her silence, loving me, guided me.
I held her hand close, afraid to let go,
for the walk is so hard, and the road so lonely.
The deep blue eternity of her eyes held me,
urged me to go on without her, and fear less the unknown journey
and love more the promise tomorrow holds.
Her hand left mine, and I turned to tell her I loved her
but she knew, and was already gone
and I walked on, walk on, alone
but for the warmth of her hand I can still feel in mine,
Always.
Afraid to Take a Chance Afraid of liking what we have,
Depending on a call,
Of showing too much tenderness
And caring after all.
We go out nights and speak of things
That mean the least in ways,
And sleep together under stars
And share our lonely days.
But never promise more than that
Or speak a future plan,
So neither gives their total self
Although we know we can.
I will not tell you of my hope
For more as days go by,
And you won't tell me of your dreams
Of love for you and I.
Oh what a tragic game we play
For love can make us grow,
But neither wants to take a chance
And so we'll never know.
Endless Days The endless nights of wondering
If I'm right to feel
There's something there between us now
Which seems so very real.
The endless days of hoping for
Moments we will share,
And words that will be spoken
Showing me you care.
The endless ache of knowing,
A word is just a word,
And truth just sometimes passes
Unable to be heard.
I wonder if you realize
I hoped there would be more,
Sharing warm, gold sunsets
On a distant shore.
If you knew the way I feel
And how I long to be
Looking in your lovely eyes
Forever melting me.
If you knew your touch brings light
Into this darkened heart,
And makes me wish this distance here
Would not keep us apart.
If you heard the lonely cries
Of one who loves you so,
And waits to be with you again
Until you have to go.
Would you hold my hand in yours
And say you feel it too,
And smile for dreams that we both share
That we can make come true?
Or would you smile and walk away
And wish we never met,
Hoping someday I'll find love
And you I will forget?
I wish that love were easier
And words didn't mean so much,
And I could speak from in my heart
That you so often touch.
But I'm sure you'd walk away,
Become a memory,
And love would fade with setting suns
That melt into the sea.
Loneliness
Together, we are here, among the ashes of our love,
Casting glances furtively, secretly, toward one another.
Smiles are passed, but never do they reach your eyes
As loneliness and a longing for what was once real aches in my heart.
I do not know what became of us or of our plans for forever,
Nor do I know what became of our dreams and hopes for each other
And our love that once held us together.
I only know of my loneliness now, and the small glint of hope that
Shines less and less each passing day, each night alone.
I only know of my need for strong arms around me promising me safety
And love, and a tomorrow.
I feel your eyes not seeing me, your ears not hearing,
Your words unspoken.
I feel your love not reaching me, embracing as it once did.
Where have you gone, the man I once knew, who promised me forever?
I think I shall never know what might have been,
And I will miss what once was,
That which held me close in love's embrace.
The Perfect Love My love is like the perfect rose,
Its petals endlessly
Forming silent sounds of music,
A moonlight symphony.
It will not die from the pains
Of time and loneliness
It cannot wilt from tears of life,
But lives for happiness.
The joyous bud that springs to life
Awakening in me,
The hopes, the dreams in days to come
For all the world to see.
My love is like the perfect rose,
It grows and blooms for me,
Its beauty pressed within the leaves
Of my memory.
© Shari Gerson
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