Poem Page Nine
What Would You
Part One
What would you think,
If I am thinking of you?
What would you say,
If I am speaking to you?
What would you dream,
If I am dreaming of you-
Now?
This seems like a reflecting glass...
But twisted in style...
You stand there and I here...
Broken by our smile...
Break free..
Break in....
Break down...
In the mental zones...
Glass is on the ground...
Finally we do frown...
And so we fall..
The castle comes down wall by wall...
Broken by our smile...
Broken by our frown...
What would you do,
If I did you?
What would you sing,
If I sang to you?
What could you be,
If I was you?
Where would you go,
If I was chasing you-
Down?
I see you there...
You just stare...
Oh so cold...
Growing old...
Face is twisted,
In the broken mirror...
I was so wicked,
And would not hear of you.
What would you have,
If I had you?
What would see,
If I saw you?
What would you kill,
If I killed you-
Tonight?
The doors are open,
But you think not to you...
The windows are unlocked,
And you do not come through.
We have been in this before...
We have faced the pain and love...
I did open that door...
I did open that door...
Can you not see?
Who would you love,
If I loved you?
Who would you find,
If I found you?
Where would you hide,
If I was hiding you?
What would you face,
If I was facing you-
Here?
What would you think,
If I am thinking of you?
What would you say,
If I am speaking to you?
What would you dream,
If I am dreaming of you-
Now?
©2000 (7th of May) Elizabeth Abigail Clewis
Part Two
What would you care,
If I cared for you?
Who would you know,
If I knew you?
Who would you sleep with,
If I slept with you?
What would you hear,
If I heard you-
Screaming?
Something is wrong,
Always was I believe.
Change the song,
Or I might have to leave.
These lyrics I hear,
They tear at my mind...
Makes loneliness near,
For I have no one to find.
Who would you fight,
If I fought with you?
Who would you dare,
If I dared you?
What would you seek,
If I was seeking for you?
What would you hunt,
If I hunted you-
Babe?
Maybe for the chase...
Maybe for the prize.
Maybe for the race-
Of my heart to-night...
I have lost myself..
Glittering gold...
I have lost you...
Decaying cold...
Who would you hate,
If I hated you?
What would you burn,
If I burned you?
Who would you hurt,
If I hurt you?
What would you write,
If I wrote to you-
These words?
©2000 Elizabeth Abigail Clewis
A Stormy Vision
The thunder came and the lightning fell,
The winds has an urgent story to tell..
In the rain a vision came to me,
A cliff being pounded by the angry sea.
I saw a woman robed in blue and gold.
On her face was a sad story she never told.
There was a stormy grey in her tear filled eyes,
It seemed to hold inside the screaming skies.
She sighed "aye me" and took one last breath,
Before gathering up her gown and falling to her death.
The dark waters of the ocean swallowed her,
Her body covered in the heavy shower.
Her tears they echo in my mind...
The peace for her I need to find.
To teach other to deal with their pain,
So for their destiny they will remain.
©2000 Elizabeth Abigail Clewis
© 2000 Elizabeth Abigail Clewis
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