Ode To A Stranger

By: Sinjin Jones

I met a stranger on a dreary, dark day
His long black trench coat shifting as he swayed
He nodded me a greeting as we passed on the street
I gazed upon his eyes, they were eyes of deceit
Words cannot express the feelings that shot through my blood
That coursed through my veins, taking solace in mental mud
As his blissfully pale hand came in contact with my head
Causing instant utter chaos and the onslaught of woe and dread
I felt my innermost thoughts being sucked from my brain
My own sacred fantasies being snatched with disdain
Tumbling to the ground, his hand smothering my face
I experienced my soul being ripped from my grace
Through blurred vision I saw his other hand caress my chest
Azure aura wafted from me, culminating in a crest
He gawked at its purity, then absorbed it into his shell
He had stolen my essence, but I had given it as well
My lids became heavy with the lead of despair
He merely looked upon me with his sympathetic glare
I faded away, loosing all grip on that reality
Relieved eternally from that blasphemous fallacy
I open my eyes and again we see each other
I know that man, for he is my lover

I don't really write romantic poetry very often because the cliche's bore me and there are only a limited number of ways to avoid them. I wrote 3 this year because I was...inspired. This, however is not one of them. This poem speaks more to the nature of love itself, the constant battle between lovers for that happy medium in which everyone is happy. This poem is written from the point of view of a torn lover and I really liked writing it because I don't usually write in couplet style (its kind of corny sometimes) but this was fun.