Goodnight by Pamela O'Brien

Everything happened so fast
Like being in slow motion

Stuck in the moment
And living in the future

Feels like years have passed
But seems like just a week

So many things to tell
With not a single word to speak

You are my weakness
And you are my strength

See you tomorrow morning
When I’ll say to you “Goodnight.”

Martin Vann (63.208.46.38) -- Monday, April 28 2003, 08:12 pm

A Day Time Lover?
Sunray;
This is a very, expressive poem, and I can tell it comes from some private, place in you heart. "See you in the morning when I will say good-night?"

Is this a day-time lover, someone you are with when only, "you," say the time is right?

You take my heart, my romantic heart into the deapths of thought and hidden, passion.

A thought provoking poem, I can go many places with your words as my magic carpet, flying high, then dipping into, of clouds of sensitivty and forbidden fruit?

MartinV

Pamela (194.125.159.26) -- Tuesday, April 29 2003, 07:04 pm

Martin.....
Wow. I am sort of speechless.
All I can say is, I will not explain the poem any further, you pretty much hit it on the head except for one thing: I am not only with him when I think the time is right, it's just that we never get to be together at night. So we tend to say it all throughout the day, so that we know there isn't something we've forgotten to say.
By the way, have you read Sunray?
:o)

Martin Vann (65.57.63.231) -- Thursday, May 1 2003, 11:57 pm

Even in love, we sometimes forget..,
To say the things, that got us here, the touch that brought our hearts to consider each other and then realize, we loved each other. Forgive my tenderness, I can see where it sounds like, forwardness, but, it is not.

Sunray, I don't believe, we fall, in love, I believe we just know its love. I believe in roses, beautiful and protected by thorns than can tear the flesh. I beleive in star lite and fire flies, my only companions during many, lonely nights.

I beleive in warmth, a gift from the sun above as I beleive in the mid-night moon, who tells me, she loves me. Don't fade away from her, for tomorrow, once again, you will feel the warmth of her love, like a gift, from the morning sun, her love, she is, her own warmth, and shares herself with you, can you imagine, how good that must feel?

She is, on the coldest day, a source of warmth from above, she is..., my Sunray, love her, as she loves you, and I do, thank you for your heart's sunrays, I share them back with you.

How close can love keep us, even when we can't share the time we desire?

This close: I hear your foot steps, and I'm am with you, then, I hear you hesitate and I stop, yet, you turn around, but see no one. I know, you are aware, I am there, on the darkest night or the brightest day, you know, I am there.

There is nothing, you forgot to say, for I am with you, and walk with you, every day, love is not a person in itself, love is a feeling that you know is there and will never go away, even if you stop and turn around to see if it is there. I will not be seen, but I will be felt, like the warmth, of a Sunray.

Like, a Sunray, I am your shadow during the day, and at night, with the moon shining bright, I am there, my love will never leave or forget, the warmth of her heart's, Sunray. My love is her shadow, be it night our day, and her love for me, will always be, a Sunray.

MartinV

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