Poem; Would You?

Dear internet inhabitants and search engines,

It has been a while, has it not? Or rather it seems so because of all the holidays that lay in between. But I started out my year well, if you care to know. And on this very day, the 3rd of the new year, I wrote a little poem. It might be the first of the year and it might also be the last. We will see. I hope you shall all enjoy and may destiny once more be kind to you.

Would You?

If I was the moon, drifting among the dark
Would you follow me?
If I was the moon, drifting into dark itself
Would you still follow me?

If I was a star, falling down to earth
Would you come to find me?
If I was a star, fallen into a place of harm
Would you still come to find me?

If I was a flower, blooming during spring
Would you admire me?
If I was a flower, broken and withered
Would you still admire me?

If I was a cloud, white and adrift
Would you welcome me?
If I was a cloud, grey and upsetting
Would you still welcome me?

If I was a flame, a source of gentle warmth
Would you be near me?
If I was a flame, destructive and relentless
Would you still be near me?

If I was an arrow, straight and strong
Would you trust in me?
If I was an arrow, broken and fractured
Would you still trust in me?

If I was the wind, a gentle breeze in summer
Would you listen to me?
If I was the wind, howling at night in winter
Would you still listen to me?

If I was a heart, open to the world
Would you dare love me?
If I was a heart, bleeding crimson drops
Would you still dare love me?

Would you hold, would you keep?
Would you shelter, would you let weep?
Would you warm, would you let sleep?
Would you all these things, if I was less than me?

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I Miss How (Poem)

I came across this old poem earlier. I thought I should share it. It’s actually one of my better works. I like the rhythm in it. Enjoy.

I Miss How

I miss how we used to be
A couple with real quality
Potential for a distant end
With truth and no need to pretend
Our hearts fly to the distant stars
To find a passion red like Mars

I miss how we used to look
Like heroes from a story book
Though without armies to command
We fought with sword and shield in hand
Eyes alert and muscles tense
To break through the foe’s defense

I miss how we used to hold
Each other’s heartstrings made of gold
The two together play a song
Of silver minds that get along
Words attempt the company
Of this hopeful harmony

I miss how we used to think
Of days to come after we blink
We’d close our eyes and drift away
To reach the heart that let us stay
And even during nights alone
I felt your touch upon my bone

I miss how we used to feel
Playful like a newborn seal
Happy like a fish in motion
Driven like the wildest ocean
All the feelings that we found
Made our hearts forever bound

I miss how we used to speak
Every day of every week
Never could we speak too much
In Frisian, English or in Dutch
I kept your words within my mind
Our love within them I can find

I miss how we used to love
A blessing sent from up above
Now it’s cold, the sky is dark
I’m alone when I embark
A path for me to pursue
Perhaps it leads me back to you