A Poem

Here's a poem I wrote a while ago, it can be found here

http://groong.com/tlg/tlg-20070825.html

        A SHROUDED SECRET

 by Levon


 If only I was a poet.
 I could portray the earth's entire beauty
 And have my pen draw nature.
 But instead of lilies I find ivy
 That shrouds my potential
 And instead of the wind's soft touch,
 I feel the heat from the fire of my trapped soul

 If only my stroke could show me my love
 And tell her that I miss her gentle touch.
 Yet my heart seems to take me to quiet pastures
 Only to lead me to a cliff and bid me adieu
 For you, my bitter flame, my sanity hangs on the edge
 Begging you to show me my future, so that my soul can rest today

 If only I could create a tower of words
 Whose tip can pierce the sky
 And create a tempest among stars
 My great yet unreachable goal
 Is it possible that my hidden dreams can transform?
 So that my unanswered prayers find me once again?

 If only I had a golden tongue
 Whose words would sprout flowers in the air
 And carry with them the seeds of my soul.
 But No, the wind does not carry my words out
 But brings me the chill of despair

 I wait for fate to create for my heart
 An antidote for life's poisons
 And cure me of my loneliness
 Yet in vain does this ink stir
 My abstractions to concrete,
 My thoughts to words

 And with the pain of unfulfilled expectations
 My thoughts fool me to dwell on the past
 To disavow the present and live unhappily
 And I remain, an abandoned man, with a message to preach
 But without a voice to tell it