Let me Be

The eye cannot feel the pain that you’ve felt
Nor can it sense that which you’ve smelt.
The eye has no memory? It never has missed
The taste of the lips of the lover you kissed.
The eye does not hear the words of your prayer
Or the voice of the one who’s no longer there
The eye only sees the tears as they fall
On the pages of poems in which you recall
A life that has ended from which you are free
Now lift up your eyes so that they might see
The colours before you, a new day has begun
So arise, keep your eyes on the light soon to come.

[Xan]

Thank you for sharing yourself with us, silent whisper.


Xan

Originally Posted by S-word

The eye cannot feel the pain that you’ve felt
Nor can it sense that which you’ve smelt.
The eye has no memory? It never has missed
The taste of the lips of the lover you kissed.
The eye does not hear the words of your prayer
Or the voice of the one who’s no longer there
The eye only sees the tears as they fall
On the pages of poems in which you recall
A life that has ended from which you are free
Now lift up your eyes so that they might see
The colours before you, a new day has begun
So arise, keep your eyes on the light soon to come.

Thankyou S-word.....arisen I have from a storm that has passed
this moment for me never really lasts..
to feel some dregs of some pain that was not mine..
is simply to step back into the divine..
the light of day, the warmth of the sun
I know that his space has already begun...

Originally Posted by Xan

Thank you for sharing yourself with us, silent whisper.


Xan

Your welcome. Processing is important for me to find centre so poetry helps me to let go..move on to begin again....