The Keys are not Set in Stone

Sometimes I see you in the stars

When the world seems so bleak,

Where copious thoughts rove and jar,

And hearts refuse to speak

 

Sometimes I see you lying down

Atop a chest at night

Where dreams arise in velvet crowns

And fade in orbs of white.

 

Sometimes I feel you in my soul,

As hope begins to fade,

To reignite these doubtful coals,

The ones that were mislaid.

 

Sometimes the stars don’t shine as bright

In a cosmos without you

Where hearts still ache from constant fights

And love speaks not the truth.

 

Sometimes my knees have buckled lame,

From just your slightest touch

When I need your wick to burn aflame,

For my love, is that too much?

 

Sometimes I need to see your eyes

To cherish time in your soul

And spend some days there riding high

then in your arms to enfold.

 

Sometimes we’d tiptoe through that night

And dare not wake the sun

Escape we will in lover’s might

As two heartbeats on the run

 

Sometimes I misinterpret you,

And the power of your touch

A musing of some, well quite a few,

Each one has meant so much.

 

Sometimes my heart’s internal plight

A demesne of ice

So cold and lonely on some nights

Prepping for a glummer vice.

 

 

Sometimes my anima is lost

drowned in feelings and in blame

My carapace has lost its gloss,

A celebrant left in vain.

 

Sometimes a scion of the cause

To live my life left in love,

Sometimes an anathema because

I kick, push, scream, and shove.

 

Sometimes I fight for love’s desires

Because I know myself,

I know the wick to light the fire,

The heat it takes to melt

 

Sometimes I feel the warmth within

The passion and the flame

The naughty way we used to sin

I know you know the name

 

Sometimes your key undoes the lock,

Sometimes it breaks in shame

Sometimes our love’s a growing stock

sometimes a losing claim.

 

Sometimes the past is just a reference

Recalling how to live.

Sometimes it is a residence

Until we can forgive.

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

6 thoughts on “The Keys are not Set in Stone

  • December 18, 2017 at 2:02 PM
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    Paul, this poem is so tender and loving, it stirs emotions and touches heart and soul. Beautiful work, my friend.

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  • December 18, 2017 at 2:18 PM
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    Thank you so much Phyllis I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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  • December 18, 2017 at 7:46 PM
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    Lovely work Paul, each and every phrase a gem, and so emotive and gratifying to read. Excellent work my friend. Have a great Christmas.

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  • December 19, 2017 at 10:56 AM
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    Thank you so much Tony. Have a happy holiday.

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  • December 21, 2017 at 3:57 PM
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    This is an amazing and intelligently written poem of love, Paul. I am in awe of your poetic talent. I love it!

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    • December 22, 2017 at 8:17 AM
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      John, thank you so much my friend. Im glad you enjoyed it. Have a Happy Holiday.

      Reply

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