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Poetry For David

In The Nights Air David Is There.


My Blue Eyes. In The Nights Air David Is There.



The sound of your voice calls me, it brings me to you and I am in-trance inside your smile. The warmth of your eyes and the touch of your hand brings me to the place of happiness. I am you and you are me for a brief moment in time.

We are one!

Lost completely in the essences that is you, the boldness of your face, the gentleness of your soul. I watch patiently for the moment in time that travels towards my heart, that moment I reach out to you.

I feel the desire that is so David I watch intently into your blue eyes unable to say the words that are building up inside.

Like a raging storm you traveled full force into my life, bringing the thunder and rain I am drenched with love for you. The love of a friend who wants nothing but the best for you. To watch over you, to protect you and keep you safe from all that you fear.

I walk the shores of my life, searching for the door that will lead me to you. We are separated by miles of ocean, it reaches across my heart, it never ends.

I wait for the day I hear you call my name, your voice travels across the ocean to my door it waits for me.

I trun and you are there!

I turn and you are there!!

(This poem is for a David Caruso a special and gifted man.)

By CSIMasala5







David I Sit And Wait (A Letter To David) By: CSIMasala5


Dedicated to all the fans who sit and wait to have Daivd reply to thier fan mail.



Women scream your name, I sit and wait.

They reach for you I, sit and wait.

I wait for the one moment your eyes connect with mind, yet I sit and wait.

The noise get's louder and you seem not to mine, I sit and wait.

I follow you through out time and I sit and wait.

Letter's are read and you seem to kind, yet I still sit and wait.

Time passes on and I continue to wait.

You over look me and I realize that I might not ever get my time with you so I continue to sit and wait.

Your hand brush against me and the inticipation of being picked builds ever so heatedly, yet I am still sitting and waiting.

Season end and I think this could be the year, yet I sit and wait yet again.

The room is empty the lights go out everyone has left, the screams has stopped and I sit alone and wonder why you did not pick me.

The door opens and a light passes through, and I realize it is you.

You forgot your keys and reach to retrieve them and then you stop and see me.

You walked back towards me and then you pick me up and I smile and then exhale as you take the time to sit down and read me.











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