Poems....and more poems.

I swear that this poem was written about me, the events, the time frame, everything.  If it is not it is FREAKY how much it is about me and a friend I had that I miss dearly.  This was written by blogger Issa and can be found on her blog her hit list. 

Never remembered what only was thought. A vapour promised to hold, cheat not, and then defeated in dark rooms without windows. Where untested bones meet unshaken agreements. Forever tomorrow, forever too late. Uncertainties left for the next to find and for seeking - mind greeting salted glass. Friends tonight of loves now past swept away tomorrow's ash. Chance acquaintance, this fire to sword, when striking opposed in twice accord. What beauty is guilted, plunders into a night, echoes of thunder. Then again, they meet and taste this token - there remains a promise yet unbroken.

It wrenches my soul. I have to acknowledge the brilliance of the author,  I would love to talk to her if she is who I think she is or not, that is spectacular. I felt compelled to respond, however, my writing is of far inferior quality.

Forever etched upon the soul. Beauty so great, that from within could not be contained. With the regret of yesterday tucked neatly behind. Yet empty, so empty for no one to find. Long and rigorous journeys may come to an end with promise of opportunity. Yet the door is closed. Chance acquaintance- there is no such thing- only fate and destiny. That which is taken will always be kept- as a reminder of pain an regret. Memories remain, in the heart so deep, somewhere under the sorrow of which no one may speak.