Once in the middle of the night exists A perfect idle thought, all ideas ceased What will new-found love feel like Will it erase memories and change psyche? Of all towering dreams, you are the one soaring I find you hard to forget, I find it amusing The evidence seen of young and reckless love ashore Caught deep in romance, deep in madness and more Ecstasy, file sorrows underneath, in store Hide everything in an endless battle in score Because when battle rise and peace is once was There I'll be, searching for my hidden canvas
Yes, love found and love tried is great But love lost and love judged, all but bait What could have happened if only I could wait Should it be better? Regret now counting the date Up and over the grassy hills of our heads Leaves us breathless until roses are reds Flying colors of rainbows coat our eyes How we look into them and see glimmers arise Now that love is here, I hope it stays the same I pray, over and over, that this is not a game Because now that we walked barefoot on the grass That's when I'll look for my hidden canvas
Once in the middle of the night, I awoke Beheld you gaze, waiting for happiness stroke But then, when I wake fully, I couldn't find you I look up and above, you vanished into the blue And here we are, the lost city of pain When cloudless skies fill the absolute rain The evidence seen, lost and played heart suffice I learned that love is ever-changing and requires sacrifice Of all hidden games we play each day I wonder which you have enjoyed most, what do you say? Because when midnights arise and I finish the stanzas I will get up and search for my hidden canvas
The pain ends but the memories linger Will it last long? Will I remember you forever? I hope not because with you it's not just melancholy Times spent together, remember happy moments in memory And now I'm here, chasing the butterflies away I find art, every color I paint in pattern's sway The fleeting lights of rainbows unseen Each drifting across pages, some standing still Moving on shouldn't be that hard, though pain is deep For when you look hard enough, it will rouse you from sleep Because when I learned to deal with pain and be brass Then, and only then, did I find my hidden canvas
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They say that art only comes from the deepest pain. Well, this poem is a testament to that. I remember drawing from that saying and composing an entire poem about it. I suppose pain and art never really stayed separate.
How ironic that this was written four days after Valentine's day in the year 2018. Lol.
How about you? What can you say about this poem and its message? Comment below. :)
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