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An artist’s brush away

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The love I have for you will never change,

it is secure within in my heart forever,

I feel so close to you yet, I fear,

we are a whole universe apart.

Both our lives are in limbo,

new love frozen for all time.

Both hands stretch across a canvas,

but that touch is always an artist’s brush away.

We sing of love from our soul,

of passion unfrequented.

Our minds, bodies and souls are being 

tortured, torn asunder.

In my mind our fertile land is going to seed,

loves fertiliser unable to rejuvenate.

It is time to be honest to our love inside,

safe and secure on a dusty shelf.

My angel, this last mountainous vista we face,

a safe passage through we cannot find.

Sanity I can no longer command,

my life has no compass.

With sadness we must accept, after all this time,

that our union was never fated to be.

Though for you I will always carry a flame,

we must sign off the 'us' with 'I love you'.

This torturous lovers journey, that once we thought destiny,

has reached its natural end.

◄ I see you, but you’re not there

Furrows of Frustration ►

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Philip Golding

Mon 19th Jan 2009 13:17

Thank you all for your kind words on my blog. Yes it is a hard and sensitive subject to try and write about. I am pleased you all enjoyed

cheers

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winston plowes

Thu 15th Jan 2009 17:47

Hi Phil
These 'natural endings' are seldom painless and difficult to tackle and describe, You have done a very good job of that here describing events when (as you say) your life has no compass. Keep posting. Winston

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winston plowes

Thu 15th Jan 2009 17:43

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Thu 15th Jan 2009 16:06

Very moving -love it !


beautifully written

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Chris Dawson

Wed 14th Jan 2009 13:53

This really moved me - been there - only with me I'm not so sure the end was natural. It sounds trite just to say this really moved me - but ... it really did and I can't think of anything more I want from a poem like this other than that profound connection.
Cx

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