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LONESOME ORBITING
New moon in the sky
Jupiter and Venus sigh
Everything in orbit
As night waves go high
On the stretched shore
There is much to adore
But the soul misses love
Of the one who is more
Than all these companions.
I have been loved
I have been admired
I have reaped and sowed
The fruits fate sired
Yet even after years
And years of seeking
The soul of my desires
Is a sea ever deepening.
Of what use is this living
What joy in this evening
The body doesn't care
The mind is like the sky
That keeps on increasing
My search -- unending.
I look up at the planets
And the stars travelling
The orbits are circular
And the paths unending.
My hands caress waves
My sight greets the stars
While deep within I long
To wash away scars.
The agony of being
Separated for so long
Is also like the circles
In which I keep floating.
If she had been here
With me on this night
Arm in arm and beaming
Even the earth and the sky
Would have been rejoicing.
Her presence is with me
The spiritual link is there
Yet all this only builds up
To the sense of the missing
I am a man unlike men
A soul that is different
And so is my torment.
Everything that's me
Loves her and needs her
The meaning of my life
Its beginning and ending.
Go O ye night journeyers
With my message of love
And whisper in her ears
Of my lonesome orbiting.
GRRRRRRRRRRRR ( laughs)
You just write these to make me jealous don't you? Admit it. I think your BRW is a figment of your imagination you just use to make the rest of us lady poetesses and other breathing REAL ladies who just read your poems upset. It's a trick you use to keep women in their place, to keep your female readership continuously sighing and chomping at the bit! I'm on to you sir poet! Don't think I don't see through your masculine poetic tricks. There is no way this woman you repeatedly write of can be real. She may be your muse, she may be your touch stone, even your ideal but there is no way she is flesh and blood, walking, talking, feeling woman. Perfection does not exist upon this earth not like you describe her, except maybe in the oceans and sunrises and star scapes you write of. Squints eyes, I'll be watching you looking for a time when you trip up about this oh so perfect lady love of your heart! My mama didn't raise no fool. Smiles, by the way though I did love the poem. You never cease to amaze. I do have to wonder though if you were suddenly made happy by this paragon of virtue would you suddenly then become a lousy poet as your writing is always that type of longing like the old pining Keats' and Longfellows' of the world............ hmmm is something to ponder eh? anyway keep writing is good to see you back. My playful rampage was just something to give you a good laugh. I'm sure your lady is real and that there is some plan in the works for you and she to get together someday. I just pray for your sake she doesn't turn out to be a total dud in person. That would be awful. Well, anyway if she does then that clears the way for me eh? grins big. Just kidding you are safe I don't want left overs anyway.I want my own romantic poet who writes only of me and all my imagined wondrous qualities and fine points. sighs bigger. In closing once again really enjoyed the poem. Keep writing... you know who! ......... so why type it? (winks )