What do you do when a friend walks way?
How do you climb a wall, built solely to keep you out?
When apologies are flung back in your face,
And months go by, even a year,
What do you do?
Do you run after them?
Trying to recapture the magic that has flown away?
Do you continue to try, when all is lost?
How do you heal things and move on?
This question is lost on me. I don't have an answer.
I understand the hurt, and I know the pain.
If I could take it away, I would.
Paths Cross and uncross for a reason.
A season for everything.
I hold onto the promise that healing will come, in time.
Till then, I'll wait,
And keep the friendship alive for both of us.
(c)2003 Joy Harber
I look out over the realm and sigh.
The expanse of blue above,
Allows my spirit to break free,
From these stone confines,
And soar to my lover's heart.
He rides over the moors,
Thundering hooves,
And warrior's thoughts,
Cross the landscape of deep green hills,
And craggy cliffs of grey.
Battles take their toll,
Upon the one who holds my soul.
Duty weighs heavily upon his shoulders.
It robs him of his rest, when in dreams,
He looks into the eyes
Of those he has slain,
For duty's sake,
For honor.
But deep in the stillness of midnight blue,
My spirit calls to his.
He hears the music and feels my touch,
Though a hundred miles seperate us,
We make love on another plain,
A higher level,
Than earth could ever hope to touch.
How intense this feeling,
A mystery of how strong a love can be.
I live and breath him. Just him.
And one day in the future,
The view from this tower will change.
I'll watch him come home,
Come home to me,
And my life will begin again.
(c)2003 Joy Harber
I awaken to rustling on the other side of the bed.
In the dark, I can still see him.
Darker than darkness, his silhouette moves
Around the room in silence.
He tries not to wake me.
I pretend I'm asleep.
It'll be hard enough for him to leave me,
Without seeing the tears in my eyes,
As I watch him go.
Duty can be a cruel mistress,
Especially cruel to those left behind.
How unromantic, to know that.
The mission comes first,
And it always does ~
For that is the life of a Warrior;
My soldier.
(c)2003 Joy Harber
" What you see, write it in a book..."
Revelations 1:11
