The Empty Box - A Poem by Moe
Recollect this man he does
Of open seas and skies above
The day he saw, the day he drew
The outline of these eyes so blue
The eyes that see all gift of men
As empty tokened boxes when
If opened they are seen to be
Nothing more than air to thee
And fasioned went his box to her
More than diamonds, coats of fur
Priceless passion was his gift
An easy box for her to lift
And taking it she thought the same
Well here's another one with game
And so went box unopened still
And tossed aside for months until
The time had passed and others came
One by one they dropped the same
An empty box laid at her feet
With empty promise just to meet
The years would pass as time will do
Time to see how truly true
These suitors were the days gone by
To justify the lack the of try
For empty box had made her cold
And lack of hope had drawn the old
Thoughts of why I am the way I am
It must've been because of them
So opened one by one the boxes
Smiling, seeing them as foxes
She knew them empty, she was right
Except for one she held with fright
The one the man had given her
The man her mind could not deter
For different was her time with him
Memories that had not grown dim
The one that thought that love's enough
To smoothen out the edges rough
That thought that hand in hand was it
To start all passion's fire lit
Opened box she came to find
This gift of his a different kind
A sand with air that made her smile
And cry with ease, its been awhile
Memories changed from dark to light
Of wonderous moments there at night
The holding times and dances soft
The fire in veins of priceless cost
She didnt know this love was real
That time and distance now did steal
For now the man is in his grave
With nothing left for one to save
In new clothes he remembers her
Emotions crash and feelings stir
About the box he chose to give
About the death he chose to live
And stands he now with empty box
About to fill with empty rocks
For feeling he has nothing left
He sets his course for empty theft
Yet reaching in he finds a grain
Of sand whose planting yields a gain
A gain of passion left inside
It's just enough to change his stride
So in the box there goes the grain
To flourish, grow and yield more pain
Enough to give and give again
The question now for who and when...
~Moses
I wrote this in tribute to a deadline I set before me. I waited to hear or read a thing that never came. So from this moment on, things MUST change. Some things must now be as though they never existed...they must die. If it is easy for many to do then so it shall be for me as well...I'm sorry.
Recollect this man he does
Of open seas and skies above
The day he saw, the day he drew
The outline of these eyes so blue
The eyes that see all gift of men
As empty tokened boxes when
If opened they are seen to be
Nothing more than air to thee
And fasioned went his box to her
More than diamonds, coats of fur
Priceless passion was his gift
An easy box for her to lift
And taking it she thought the same
Well here's another one with game
And so went box unopened still
And tossed aside for months until
The time had passed and others came
One by one they dropped the same
An empty box laid at her feet
With empty promise just to meet
The years would pass as time will do
Time to see how truly true
These suitors were the days gone by
To justify the lack the of try
For empty box had made her cold
And lack of hope had drawn the old
Thoughts of why I am the way I am
It must've been because of them
So opened one by one the boxes
Smiling, seeing them as foxes
She knew them empty, she was right
Except for one she held with fright
The one the man had given her
The man her mind could not deter
For different was her time with him
Memories that had not grown dim
The one that thought that love's enough
To smoothen out the edges rough
That thought that hand in hand was it
To start all passion's fire lit
Opened box she came to find
This gift of his a different kind
A sand with air that made her smile
And cry with ease, its been awhile
Memories changed from dark to light
Of wonderous moments there at night
The holding times and dances soft
The fire in veins of priceless cost
She didnt know this love was real
That time and distance now did steal
For now the man is in his grave
With nothing left for one to save
In new clothes he remembers her
Emotions crash and feelings stir
About the box he chose to give
About the death he chose to live
And stands he now with empty box
About to fill with empty rocks
For feeling he has nothing left
He sets his course for empty theft
Yet reaching in he finds a grain
Of sand whose planting yields a gain
A gain of passion left inside
It's just enough to change his stride
So in the box there goes the grain
To flourish, grow and yield more pain
Enough to give and give again
The question now for who and when...
~Moses
I wrote this in tribute to a deadline I set before me. I waited to hear or read a thing that never came. So from this moment on, things MUST change. Some things must now be as though they never existed...they must die. If it is easy for many to do then so it shall be for me as well...I'm sorry.
For old times sake...
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