wicked_faery's Poetry

[wicked_faery]

The Quiet One

I wrote this about a year ago...

i sit here & i wonder why,
people just pass me by.
i see them, and they see me,
sitting here beneath the old birch tree,
thinking of all the things i've done,
and all the places that i've gone,
and all of those of whom i miss,
all on a foggy night like this.

A man stops by and says hallo,
and i ask him "where ye go?
he told me "I go over yonder,
to save my son from a blunder"
"what's this blunder might I ask?"
"To seek a love that will never last"
"If he only seeks, how can u tell,
that in this love he is already fell?"

He looked me over with a sigh,
"How can you say his love won't die?"
"I say so for I am she,
who sits here underneath this tree,
waiting for my long lost love,
who was beckond to them above.
And in my solitude I love him still,
so in my heart, stay he will"

At these words he was surprised,
for he saw within thine eyes,
the love of which i spoke so clear,
and he of whom i spoke so dear.
So parting then he went away,
to his home so far away,
waiting for his son, to his love, to say,
"won't you marry me today?"

I stay here waiting quietly,
for someone to come and talk to me.
To tell me what is wrong today,
and for me to tell what i have to say.
And so my work is always done,
Yet never finished under the sun.
For always there are those who cry,
for the love there parents would deny.

If you go walking far or near,
you will always find me here.
sitting under my old birch tree,
waiting for you to talk to me.
Don't be shy to say a word,
or I will stay quieter than a bird.
I'll help you if you have the need.
but only if you will take heed.