This is a page dedicated to one of my best friends that i have ever met on the
net. She is a very cool person and I am glad to know her. I am glad I can call
Sharon Floyd my friend. This is going to be a page dedicated to her poetry.
As Time Slips Away
As I sit and watch the hourglass,
and the sand slip slowly down.
I reach my hand up to my desk,
and take your picture down.
The room is very softly lite,
and a breeze has wandered in.
the lonliness I feel inside,
I'm sure will now begin.
Whenever you are not around,
I feel so all alone,
my tears fall heavily down my face,
and my heart turns into stone.
The time it takes to have you near,
somehow just moves so slow.
but in that time my love for you,
continues to just grow.
I tap upon the sparkling glass,
the sand begins its race.
I lean my back against my wall,
and stare upon your face.
My fingers caress your calming eyes,
as I smile from thoughts of you.
my heart so grateful and full of love,
a joy it never knew.
The hourglass is moving fast,
just a little sand remains.
The time to see you is growing near,
my sadness starts to drain.
As the final grain falls through the curve,
I place your picture back.
I blow out all the candle's flames,
and leave the room in black.
As times slips away and you are gone,
my mind will hold you here.
And watch the sand fall slowly down,
and then somehow disappear.
written By,
Sharon Floyd ( Lunar )
The Moon Follows Us Both
From a ledge I am searching,
in the midst of the night.
For the one that I dream of,
in the battle I fight.
In my mind love is reaching,
for a face to shine through,
in my chest my hearts beating,
for a love I hold true.
The sky holds the answer,
in the deep blue of the night.
as I turn my head slowly,
and the moon comes in sight.
In a night gown I stand there,
with the wind in my hair.
and dream of my dear one,
with a sad distant stare.
My emotions escape me,
and the tears start to fall,
from my quivering lips,
a name they will call.
Does my voice travel on,
through the sky up above?
Does it search with desire,
for the one that I love?
Up the ledge I climb higher,
move my hair from my face.
and look to the moonbeams,
for one tiny trace.
then it enters my body,
like a jolt to my heart.
as long as the moon comes,
we are never apart,
for it follows us both,
through the pain that we share.
reminding us nightly,
just how much we care.
Written By
Sharon Floyd ( Lunar )
On The Floor
Isn't it a pity, such a sad,sad shame,
when your heart has fallen on the floor,
and is engulfed in violent flame.
When the tears that fall down from your eyes,
just can not put it out,
and the sadness that is in your mind,
consists of pain and doubt.
When just a simple word one says,
can tear your heart to shreads,
and leave you all locked up inside,
from the words that this one said.
You reach down very slowly,
to feel the heat upon the floor,
that once was your love's beating heart,
but for now it beats no more.
The ashes slip through finger's cracks,
and blow away into the wind,
will there ever come another day,
when you will let this love back in ?
Will you slowly die within your soul,
through the shadows in the night,
with a vision of what you thought you had,
still fresh within your sight ?
Will that vision be enough,
to make you want turn around,
and try to find a tiny piece,
of your heart upon the ground ?
Then try and build the love inside,
back to what is was before,
and hold it tightly so it won't fall,
once again onto the floor.
by Sharon Floyd
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