The Official Poem Thread

Well, I know I'm new, but I just had to do this for..random fun? So here's a poem or two...

"A Thousand Friends"

(C) by me

I could have a thousand friends
Through a thousand ages
And write their names in a book
Of white and yellow pages
On windy days of storm and rain
I could sit by the firelight
And study each and every name
But none of them could offer me
That same place in my heart
As a man's name written inside
That without, makes it fall apart
No memories could compare
To the ones I had with him
Nor could I fly without wings
And e'n the sun would dim
Time with dust and moth corrode
The pages of that friendly book
Even worse, anguish could take
Away that loving look
And take away the love I feel
Burn it with each spiteful glare
Or make each memory fallable
Until my heart would shred and tare
Each day I might, with patience try
To win that friend again
With hope and joy abudant in my arms
And cradle under the wing of the hen
I could write a thousand names
And pray that he cannot scorn
The love once had, thrown away
Until staleness turned forlorn
Because those names mean nothing
Compared to the joy I had in his
And as my desireing eyes turn dry
I pray happiness will be his
That he shall not look back
And strike the mirror thrice
Boldly sneering with hate
Pressured by the aged from the present to the future
And in folly forget that each one of us is precious
That each friendship need not end in hate
And we decide if we make a friendship work, not our other friends, our parents or our status
And to give up on that is a mockery of love, to give in to other's words
To look back with spite...
That hurts that once-was friend written in the heart...
More than the one who wrote it.

"Glimpse"

Morning, a moment of dark and pale gray
Silent upon a threshold of coldness that
Waits for the gracing gaze of that golden orb
Nothing highlights the land nor covers the ashes
Beauty glimmers in velveteen grasciousness
For who holds the moment before it's gone?
When nature pauses and seems so cruel
And it takes a hold upon you no somberness
Nor happiness delays what is to come
But there in the heart beats a light that cannot
Be shaken or broken but healed and loved
When it is not yet faded or lost
You're so happy and yet at times you
Look at the dawn, confused, not seeing the
Morning come and you wonder if it's a shadow
Or just a glimpse of something more

"Dancing Pale"

The veil of crimson shivers behind the china vase
A sliver of the moon appears along with a porcelain face
Somewhere in the hollow Victorian halls a piano slowly plays
With ghost white hands of translucent oddity a maze
Of notes broken by the sound of old illusions made by the wind
Two eyes peek from behind the wave of wine red, followed
By a limb so dainty clothed in sheets of silken snow
Tip toe, tip toe, the dance begins oh so very slow
Twist and dip, bow to the grand master as the shutters clatter
And the notes grow louder within the ancient rooms
It’s a dance of pale ghosts, laughing together with the memories
Doors fly open with parades of songs mixed with the cider
Of liquid sanity dipped within the fringes of our reality
Brittle branches beat on the hand blown glass amid the storm
That no human eyes could ever bare to see