I was going to call this poem; -"
Mother", or -"
Companion", but thought it would seem a little confusing, with either of the titles. I picture myself the world feeling lonely, within an empty cold space. Maybe someone is out there?, but life is grim and harsh and people have hearts like little planets, always searching for someone else, but rarely sending out the right messages for the aliens to understand. There's too little warmth in the world. There's too little care. You just want a mother, a companion, someone that can touch your cheek with care, but leave out the suppressing pity. A real connection with someone. Someone that stays. Something beyond love and the selfishness of parenthood and romance. Maybe God? A real warmth. A goodness. A direction in life. A hand. A meaning. All those things. The poem isn't as good as I wanted it to be, but this is what I tried to express.
Heart Like A Planet
If I found you
like the land finds the sea
Standing by your shore
feeding me
Driving me like a seedling
to a dark sky
the space
The world are not embraced
it chills in the empty void
The little child
it's hands against the sky
Is there a purpose for me?
Would there be an answer
or just an echo in the dark?
I am always alone
Always the same
Nothing grows in me
nothing goes beyond
Silently forever I wait
The stars are my eyes to space
they blink with my thought
they die with my dreams
My roots have no start
no end
no life
All I wished
was for us to meet...
If you were the sea
and I was the land
standing by your shore
feeling my edge at the dark space
I would wrap your waves around like a blanket
and drown myself in you
Like water to the seed
I would see our dreams...
