The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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@Uootem

My finger glides over another empty page of paper
forever searching for the moisture of emotion
that is inherent in the poet's fountainhead
as desire to express myself
drinks in the subtle texture
the poet within is thirsty
to write of the feelings
that forever overwhelm my soul...
for I am parched... love has escaped me
that once fluid motion... that first led ink to paper
to speak of heaven found in your arms... in your eyes
now with a heart that is aching changes to sorrow filled words
a feeling of being so alone returns
and sets my mind wondering
must I always write of past lifetimes...
lost love... yearning
but the result is always the same
as the poet takes control of my being...
his words inundate.

mystics have said I can change this pattern
but where is the hidden key...
that will allow release from this prison
will I find it without first finding your love again
the key... held it once...
in trembling hand that now only holds this pen
as I write of the once held belief that I'd never lose it
but in a scuffle with losing love...
it fell clinking to the ground... sparkling on its' journey
winking as it disappeared... as paradise was lost...
in a dust storm of my world crashing...
that now serves to block my view
from all the wonderment that the world offers.
I raise my tear stained face...
cry out to the Goddess... that is you
asking forgiveness for my lack of diligence
in keeping what you once so freely gave
how could I lose such a precious gift... your love.

I shall scour the earth...
leave no stone unturned... in search of you
move mountains of time wasted...
swim oceans of tears...until once again
I hold the golden key...
a love shared between us...
this time I will promise to treasure... hold dear
protect and understand...
I will keep it within my heart...
for there it will be safe
as your tenderness passes through me
in a moment of recollection.