This is a little poem I wrote some time back. Some of it is fiction and some true. I'm sure ya'll will be able to pick out the truth from the fiction.
Peter
The Rain Keeps Falling
Is it rain on my cheeks I feel or is it tears in my eyes ?
When I meet you now in the street I never know,
If it’s a cloud in the sky or my heart that has burst open.
I see you from across the street, hand in hand looking so sweet.
And I think how lucky he is, like I was when it was me.
When you walked away, my soul died.
But I remember the hot humid days when we waited for a gentle
Summer rain and go strolling down the walk.
And the rain keeps running down my cheeks.
So now I walk in the rain alone to hide the tears in my eyes.
When you walked away, familiar faces became only strangers.
And strangers in the night became my lone companionship.
But I remember the warm summer nights with a slight cool breeze blowing through the open window, and us sharing our souls.
A world without you is like that window being shut on my life leaving my essence hot, stuffy and without a spirit to share with any one else, ever.
I tried to forget, I tried to move on, I tried to find someone else, but my heart just keeps reminding me that you are the only one.
So I suffer in the darkness of night praying for The Dawn to rescue me from my sorrowfulness.
But I remember an era of our lives when we loved and made love and lay in each others arms silently, but yet, each of us hearing the loving pounding of our hearts.
I don’t know if God will allow me to enter Heaven, but if he should there is one thing I know for sure, you will be there, or will be coming, hopefully soon after.
I’ll love you forever, even in the Heavens after death.
Peter Collins
Is it rain on my cheeks I feel or is it tears in my eyes ?
When I meet you now in the street I never know,
If it’s a cloud in the sky or my heart that has burst open.
I see you from across the street, hand in hand looking so sweet.
And I think how lucky he is, like I was when it was me.
When you walked away, my soul died.
But I remember the hot humid days when we waited for a gentle
Summer rain and go strolling down the walk.
And the rain keeps running down my cheeks.
So now I walk in the rain alone to hide the tears in my eyes.
When you walked away, familiar faces became only strangers.
And strangers in the night became my lone companionship.
But I remember the warm summer nights with a slight cool breeze blowing through the open window, and us sharing our souls.
A world without you is like that window being shut on my life leaving my essence hot, stuffy and without a spirit to share with any one else, ever.
I tried to forget, I tried to move on, I tried to find someone else, but my heart just keeps reminding me that you are the only one.
So I suffer in the darkness of night praying for The Dawn to rescue me from my sorrowfulness.
But I remember an era of our lives when we loved and made love and lay in each others arms silently, but yet, each of us hearing the loving pounding of our hearts.
I don’t know if God will allow me to enter Heaven, but if he should there is one thing I know for sure, you will be there, or will be coming, hopefully soon after.
I’ll love you forever, even in the Heavens after death.
Peter Collins
Uncle Peter,
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome! You are very talented! By the way, it was great seeing you & Cheryl for Minta's shower!
very lovely my brother
ReplyDeletehowever I can't tell the truth from the fiction,
maybe one day you will share with me what was in your heart when you wrote this beautiful piece.
love, lil
Hi Lisa,
ReplyDeleteThank you for such a lovely comment. It was also great seeing you and Guy at the shower. Wish we would have had more time to visit with you two.
And thank you for visiting my blog site. Hope you will check it out again.
LUV
Uncle Peter
ALLO LILLY,
ReplyDeleteThe story is basically a love story. It was written to show my love for Cheryl. Cheryl and I never split up. Those are the fiction part. They were put in to stress how strong my love is for her. I hope this helps you seperate the truth from the fiction.
LUV-U, Later
Peter
okay now I understand, What a beautiful thing to write to show how terrible it would be for you to loose her,...awwwww that is so sweet,
ReplyDeletei alway knew you had a sensitive side but to see it in words, well that is just wonderful!!!
Don't know brother but I think with all this blogging and comments, we may has our book right here...
however we will have to have it spell checked hahaha!!!!
It's a good thing our niece, Rebecca has a college English degree
ReplyDeletewhen we write this book she can do spell check and take some of this cajun dialect out
heck we can leave dat in dere for all dose otter peepole in de world uh beck can we, may?
Very beautiful. As I was reading, I was confident that you wrote of Cheryl, because I remember y'all walking in the rain, but, Like Lil, I was confused about the Loss..
ReplyDeleteI also remember once when you and Cheryl took me to the beach with you and you both walked the beach holding hands while my little snot face followed. My thought at that time..."I wish that I'll have someone to love me like that". Guess what...Wishes come true!!
;-)
Love ya,
C
I don't need spell check. I need typing leasons. I have a spell check, I just don't use it unless it's for one of my writings. And then I still get some of it wrong. That's what makes it personal. Gives it caracter. See, I don't care that that is misspelled. (LOL) See again I didn't misspell LOL.
ReplyDeleteLater,
Peter
I KNEW READING YOUR POEM THAT IT WAS ABOUT CHERYL. JUST DIDN'T GET THE LEAVING PART UNTIL YOU EXPLAINED IT TO LIL. WONDERFUL WRITING! JUST TO LET YOU KNOW THE FIRST TIME I LAYED EYES ON CHERYL IN HER GREEN SCRUBS (SHE HAD JUST GOT OFF OF WORK) AND HER PAPER BACK BOOK IN HER HAND I KNEW SHE WAS SOMEONE SPECIAL TO YOU AND BEING SPECIAL TO YOU SHE BECAME SPECIAL TO ALL OF US!
ReplyDeleteLOVE TO BOTH OF YOU,
RONNIE