I sat back then, to ponder, on different times, those that are now over ...
When you and I would run through fields, throw ourselves down, and roll in the clover ...
Fresh joy floods my heart
I close my eyes to watch
Lilacs dance upon my mind
For the Mind is a Dark and Cavernous Place
Where these Thoughts get Lost deep within its Space
Reality seeping, her brain feels the chill
Her heart aches with longing, ne'er to refill
Shut the door on Reality her instincts all say
The world of make-believe is good – let’s keep it that way!
Her make believe world made her merry-go
Little did she know that he had died long ago
And his death went quietly like a stream
That surged and ebbed, gone with her dream
All thats left is a run-down monument
Of a life ,lived , loved now gone
And so she wept and wailed at the moon
For a love no more and gone too soon
And so she roamed the moonless earth for an eternity and a day
Walking east, flying west, leaving her footprints and tears astray
She carried his photograph, and mourned for his love
And the moon was no more, though she still looked above...
But the stars that she saw have lost their glitter
And she dwelled and suffered in the morning after
Sitting on the beach pen and paper in hand,
with her head in the clouds and her toes in the sand,
But her hand won't move, not an inch with the pen
As her thoughts wander off to him again and again
She remembered his paintiings,of flowers and trees,
His poetry of love and of the falling of leaves.........
And of the times spent away from the world
Moments of sweet love that torridly unfurled
Moments they wuld never again share,
She wiped away her tear, ran her fingers through her hair
Remembering those autumn leaves falling to naught
Would memory’s leaves be totally forgot?
She asked and she feared for she knows memories dim and darken in time
Oh God, she whispered, why do things happen with no reason nor rhyme
If only rhythm and rhyme and the beat of harmony
Pervaded all of life and made it like it ought to be
thread out again from the woodwork?
But like all else in this world she thought
she is a just a pawn, in a web caught
yes, i was father damien this time
Sadness engulfs her, and she silently prays
Recalling his tenderness, his gentle embrace
A tangled web of time, space and dimension
And any move just leads to more frustration
Frustration of heart, frustrastion of mind
And the girl on the beach, and her lover so kind....
She walked as delicately as her frail body passed
Passed away; bit by bit,little by little , shard by shard
She could not die, for the love of their child,
Made her sit up and think though her thinking was wild
Her soul, half present in heaven, half on earth
Her lover echoes on one set, on the other her beget
She wondered when reality and fantasy merged
Another life now when their love song was a dirge?
All the realities faded, all her fantasies vanished
When from her lover or child, she was asked to one but banish
Her reply was resounding, no she wailed
I will not leave this earth, I will be stay with my child
Earth shook from its course, stars dimmed in contemplation
How would a lover with a mother, reside in competition?
Competition too much, she would never win...
The mother, the lover, the echoes of sin.........
A phantom lover could the theme for an opera be
A child now was a full time reality
Strings herald the morning’s newborn,
A child born to the rapture of poetry
For how could the young mother leave him, in the realm of love to be bold
The child resembled too much him, in the face of reality he wasn't even forty days old!
The boy has now become a man.
Resembling his father so.......
For until the night they await, there hearts enticed and intertwined between one anothers pleasant life
From foot to crown, there's not a line lost
It's her lover again, her heart shall unfrost
For love won with its might , heavens this celebrated
Above she many thanks sent, as her lover got reincarnated
She watched him undress,saw the hole in his sock,
Her heart missed a beat, she went into deep shock
In an instant her mind traveled back to that time
When he kicked off his shoes, whispering, ‘You are mine!’
The memory of a love long gone,
replaced by her needle as she begins to mend.
kicked of his shoe and drew her near,
her mind confused, she felt so full of fear
that she went and ran home to her mothers house where she saw...
Poetry will always be a art that has different interprentations.
She knows he is near her, as she struggles to write,
He helps her, he guides her through the long darkest night.
Awake, there is not a trace of his existence
Asleep, it’s strange how he how he fills her with his presence
A shake of the head and a trembling within
She quivers and quakes realizing her sin.
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