Morning came and passed me by <br />i stood still, watching the sun rays bend <br />above the hills where the birds flew <br />deep down i felt numb, so cold were my feet <br />to the beauty i held so close o the sight <br />yet i longed for someone to give me the light <br /> <br />Coldness came and wrapped me across <br />i thought of a one savior who died on the cross <br />vividly the image came yet it was blurred <br />the feeling was intense, so boiling was my blood <br />the need always so strong to be at my solace <br />anything of comfort i considered my embrace <br /> <br />The nature of a poet always being in solitude <br />never experienced it yet i enjoyed this attitude <br />for my heart, never wanted to be away from freedom <br />for my soul, never, not yet close to boredom <br />holding on so close to the school of learning <br />your presence and personality am forever yearning<br /><br />phillip ibsen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yearning-43/
