Craig's blog: "Poems"

If I could just walk away I’d Live for the very next day But it just won’t work out that way. So here’s where I’ll be. If I could just see you smile Sit with you for a long long while But that’s just not our style So just stay away from me. If I could just hold your hand Step up and be that man I’d give you all I can But you wouldn’t see. If I could just touch your soul It’s the key to life, I’m told But yours is just too damn cold So now where were we? If I could just be who I am Maybe you would understand. I’d be your biggest fan. But now look at me. If I could just say those words Would I really be heard? Or would you be just as disturbed? I think this has to be. If I could just open my heart I hope that’ll be a start Then maybe my life won’t fall apart And through the blindness I’ll see. If I could just make the change Brake away from all my chains Life wouldn’t be so strange And I wouldn’t love you more than me. If I could just walk away I’d Live for the very next day But it just won’t work out that way. So here’s where I’ll be. By Craig K. Smith 04/03/2007

I woke up this morning not knowing what the day might bring. Happieness. Sadness. Solitude. Pain. But I did know.... out of all of this.... No matter what. I'd think of you. I went through my day. Laughing. Learning. Hoping. Putting on a grand show. Longing. Loving. Hoping. All on the inside. During my day.... I thought of you. Night traveled slowly. Tasteless. Unending quite. Hour after hour I'd go. Flipping though mind numbing channels. Living just to live. Going just to go. And threw it all.... I thought of you. Sleep brings bitter-sweet end to the long, long day. My eyes close in teary downfall. Another day gone. In midnight slumber I dream. Dream of tomorrow.... And how I'll think of you. By Craig K. Smith 01/29/2007

I stand alone in the evening mist and stare into the night. Whispered images of loves shining beauty come to me. Like soft spoken dreams. They float in and out of my sight. I reach into the midnight longing. Wishing for just one touch. Just one breath. Just one moment of loves warming glow. With the wish of the evening breeze the mist parts and fades. Drifts up into the night sky. To heights that my heart can never go. At my feet.... a single orchid. Violet arms stretched forth. Longing for my embrace. I pluck it from the ground. Slowly closer to me for it's beauty in a scented kiss. Such a perfect symbol of elegance and grace. Winds lift. Flowers turn. Colors change. As it fades to dust and crumbles to the ground. Sorrows ashes lay before me. Hate me. Mark loves solemn grave. I weep. Ever softly. For a heart that may never be found. My tears touch ash and ember. Through the grey... loves colors shine. Even in my lost hearts precious grief hope spreads it wings to fly. Through everything the past has shown. Scars truly heal with time. Drifting like a butterfly. Birthed of ash and stone. Love comes to me again. And binds me. Keeps me wanting. Then gently disappears again. Showing me that I will forever be alone. By Craig K. Smith