The full moon watched
As I prepared to close
The page on us
For me to move on
To the next girl
As my words
Impaled the air before your face
I saw
I saw
A tear fall from the corner of your eye
That shone brighter than the moon
And turned the lover filled lane to a blurry gray
I saw
In your full tear drop with LCD clarity
My children and grandchildren
Your smile that will never ever fade with time
The afterglow of our fleeting bliss
Our clasping age spotted hands
And our singing in a better place
My heart then sought to live in that tear
I choked on the word good
Bye
I sobbed inside on what a fool I’ve been
I said
Hush now
Don’t cry
Stop it
I will never leave you
Ever
I hugged you
In that tree circled lover’s lane
Under the full moon
I broke up with a tear
And preminisced our years.
Stolen
Dashboard Confessional(Click verse to watch video)
We watched the season pull up its own stakes, and catch the last weekend of the last week. Before the gold and the glamour have been replaced, another sun-soaked season fades away.You have stolen my heart. You have stolen my heart.Invitation only, grant farewells, crushed the best one of the best ones. Clear liquor and cloudy eye, too early to say goodnight.
You have stolen my heart. You have stolen my heart.
And from the ballroom floor we are in celebration, one good stretch before our hibernation. Our dreams assured, and we all, we’ll sleep well.
Sleep well, sleep well, sleep well, sleep well.
You have stolen my, you have stolen, you have stolen my heart.
Watch you spin around in your highest heels, you are the best one of the best ones. We all look like we feel.
You have stolen my, you have stolen my, you have stolen my heart.
I have loved so much before death, and will love more so, and I love you all.
wqah Said:
on August 13, 2007 at 10:24 am
breaking up with a tear. nice.
Thank you wqah, I’m happy you came. Well come!
zaphodfreek Said:
on August 13, 2007 at 11:15 am
I must say,
That poem is beautifully sweet and sorrowful.
Thanks Zaph, nice to hear from you again. We’re both busy, it seems.
wordlywise Said:
on August 13, 2007 at 4:03 pm
Beautiful. Reminded me of my poem titled “Back to the future”.
So finally you’re back to poems…I was wondering why you weren’t writing any! Welcome back, Tom
Oh, I was meaning to, but now I did, it is a nice feeling to be able to. Thanks, Manoj friend.
janetleigh Said:
on August 14, 2007 at 7:46 am
I must admit that I thought the title implied a little wry humor, as did some other parts in the poem. It’s so well-written that it can be taken two ways. One, that it implies real regret for a relationship coming to a close. The other interpretation, for me anyway, is that there’s a little insincerity and how much the writer is “grieving”, if at all, because the implication of breaking up with “one” tear doesn’t imply it was a very big loss. I read some playfulness in there, too. How ever it is meant to be taken, it’s a beautifully written poem and I like it a lot.
I love your reading interpretation! Is it not that the pleasure of a piece comes from its many layers of meaning? Indeed, your insight is good. Thank you, Janet.
janetleigh Said:
on August 14, 2007 at 7:49 am
I made a typo and it should read, “..there’s a little insincerity *about* how much the writer is “grieving”.. Sorry, I didn’t mean to confuse..
Thanks for the clarification!
tomachfive Said:
on August 16, 2007 at 10:13 am
My friends, pardon me for the delay in my responses to your kind comments. I really miss you guys whenever I get tied up with work, remembering how your wrote, the feelings you beautifully expressed, sometimes more vivid in my mind than what is spoken. I will be with you again this weekend, promise.
rax Said:
on August 21, 2007 at 4:38 pm
i really like the emotion in this piece.
Ah, that you see, you’re an angel.
janetleigh Said:
on August 31, 2007 at 2:59 am
Again, please forgive my ignorance For All Things Blog, as I didn’t know you’d responded to my comment. I appreciate your generosity of spirit in indulging my layered interpretation, Tom. I tend to read a lot into, and perhaps too much, of other’s poems. It’s just my nature and not to be taken personally. I guess there’s a little Madam Oracle deep down inside me that pops up now and again, heh heh
Madam Oracle, like the sound of that, like the Sybil or Brigid’s Priestess. It is a pleasure, intellectual as well as emotional, to really see through a piece of writing that speaks more than what it is on the surface and I share that pleasure with you. I also look deep in the same manner with your automatic, free-spirited, lively writing that is so feminine as it is strong and confident.