Author: Irony for the Ironic PM
Written to my friend who is leaving; goodbye.Rated: Fiction K - English - Friendship - Words: 247 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-16-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2848007
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With talons cold, and steely breeze, I feel you moving beyond my reach.
I know you're there, but cannot see; for an obstruction lies in front of me.
Is it vanity, is it shame, is it someone else who calls my name?
For to reach you would be, beyond defy, a truly remarkable feat of surprise.
I would show you such facade and flair, yet still you know my heart is there; beyond layers unseen and not once touched, you comfort me very, and too much.
I know you shimmer of golden light, yet I cannot see you bright, hindered I am by such a plight.
A plight that knows me, through and through, a plight misleading; what is the truth?
Your embrace is unknown and cannot be shown, for through these barriers it's dark as night.
A veil of secluded souls, hiding mine beyond control. I cannot touch or see what's there, and all I feel is despair.
I want to touch you, I want you to stay; yet forward seems the only way.
I cannot chain what I cannot see, and you do not hear my stricken pleads.
For now you're leaving I have nothing to say, but wish you comfort and I pray.
So do go play in the starry night, feel not my plunder and don't hold me tight; you need not to think back to my mortal wounds, but remember me as I shall you.