Under My Covers

Upon the shelf you see me sit, the table by a candle lit.

You take me down to have a look, my life it seems is like a book.

My covers bound by painful string, a title with a cautious ring.

An untold story left by me, that tells how I have came to be.

You open me to you surprise, these pages will not tell you lies.

Normality left behind you now, to a face that bares a heavy brow.

It’s time to indulge this life of mine, at this very place and very time.

The earth is cast in a veil of dark, with open ears who wait to hark.

The song of two which had to part, and the chorus of a hallowed heart.

The wait it lingers past its craving, anticipation never waiving.

Just abreast a closer soul who cannot wait to claim his role.

But longer than he deems is true, he’s left not knowing what to do.

The trouble deep within her sits, the devils curling tongue commits.

An epic scene unfolds inside, to bring the life upon its stride.

The hallowed heart that’s blessed to life relieves its bearers from their strife.

They hold their little infant son; a brand new life has just begun.

The time it goes and here’s a boy, free from worry full of joy.

That time it held an easy pace, the boy he cares but not to race.

The rays they heat his body quick, as he swings around a little stick.

Dreams of being a knight abound, nobody here could take him down.

He had the stick with the magical power, he’d hold it up and enemies cower.

A master at the art of disguise, at the perfect time from a bush he would rise.

Any challenger to his throne would surely take his "sword" to bone.

And things continued on like this, for endless summers full of bliss.

But something changed inside this boy; he went from bold to slightly coy.

And changes came abrupt and harsh, like fog that rolls in on a marsh.

And dealing with this life anew, would surely turn his face to blue.

Choking from the lack of air, he struggles just to know he’s there.

Alone he seemed but everyday, for he had no one with to play.

And a knight is but an armored man, if no one from his sword has ran.

So painful for his little mind, that by friendship no one would bind.

Time moves once again we see, that same boy sitting by a tree.

But this time he is deep in thought of wonders in which his mind had wrought.

I wonder if I’m missing out, he thinks but seems to be in doubt.

And all his friends at school had seemed, luck’s holders true which it had deemed.

So lost was luck in guiding grace, as it accidentally passed his face.

And that’s ok he thought for sure, as he had nothing to endure.

But stricken by reality, which seemed to have duality.

Who will he be we’ll have to wait, as fate is holding its debate.

Nearing end of his school career he meets a girl, she’s nameless here.

A spark inside her lights his fire, his body by her engulfed in desire.

But coy this boy up to this point has no true words left to appoint.

And he not bearing right of thought, demands that he is left with naught.

The ship sails years now set at sea, not another word spoken for almost three.

But a bump of time there shortly after, his broken heart now sewn by laughter.

For friends to whom his heart consoled, had swept the sadness from days of old.

Once more we jump through time’s slight taper, to him in uniform for caper.

Another love yet now has bloomed, though soon is told has now been doomed.

A battle with his self for true, he does not know but what to do.

He tried the things that he’s been told, but for these things she will not hold.

He sets aside the girl he dates, as love itself slowly abates.

But he had fun and won’t forget, the times he had with that brunette.

Time it moves but once again to a point which it no longer can.

Though it has passed by many here, of it not passing he will not fear.

For friends have came, and many gone, the times he spent awake till dawn.

The fishing till the sun hath set, of many things he’ll not forget.

The memories he has from past, for many years they too will last.

And nothing can replace those now, even going back with knowing how.

So here I sit while typing this, the memories they bring me bliss.

And I could never ask for more, I’ve sat along a sunlit shore.

I’ve cast a line on which I wish, and at times have never caught a fish,

I’ve helped to raise a little one, and those times still described as fun.

I’ve broken rules, but not been caught. Verbal disputes, but never fought.

I’ve forgiven more that some see fit, but still I felt a need for it.

I’ve grown in strength in heart and bone, and on my body both have shown.

I’ve lost some things I can’t get back, but life breathes harder from that I lack.

I’ve lived through things that show me blessed, went many days without a rest.

I’ve stared for hours just at the stars; I’ve even caught a glimpse of mars.

I’ve prayed for things I haven’t got, but realize now I need them not.

For I have something that gives me clues, best friends which I wish not to lose.

A family that holds me near, and those same people who I hold dear.

I’ve seen some wondrous things till now, though sometimes quite unsure of how.

And from all of this I’m who I am, though some believe it might be scam.

A heart of gold inside me will rest, befriend me and I’m surely best.

Though I don’t like to brag or boast, so here; I’ll just propose a toast.

To many years through thick and thin, I promise to you and my next of kin.

To cares so light they seem undefined and always a solid state of mind.

To friendly faces always nearby and a hand to always reach the sky.

To being there in times of need and never giving into greed.

To boisterous laughs and money too if not even a deal to you.

May your hearts beat strong and loud forever, and troubled times may have you never.

Let broken glass stray from your path, and never meet with evils wrath.

And of all the things that I think I could toast, May love and happiness always to your heart be host.

So here we end my story short, as many more years I’ve to report.

And lord knows I will write those to and surely dedicate to you.

In my heart your memory will last though long ago you all have passed.

The things you taught me ill never forget, my time with you not one regret.

May you be happy up there with friends, and be there for me when my life ends.

I never said enough to you, so when we meet up I’ll be sure I do.

To everyone here who’s still a bet, Make peace with what you haven’t yet.

A loss of chances you can’t get back, will make your soul and body crack.

So speak to those who you’ve not for long, and always sing a joyful song.

No matter how far away you roll, when the clock it takes its final toll.

Reunited again we’ll be, when all our souls are then set free.

To the future and friends old and new.