Voice of the Minstrel, a Poem

When I was a sophomore in college, a guy I was crazy about dumped me. I was having a hard time dealing with the breakup, and when a friend asked me to drive with her from Connecticut to Henniker, New Hampshire to visit a friend of hers at her college, I jumped at the chance. It was a wonderful weekend filled with friends, good food, and nights sitting in a living room by the fire listening to this one guy sing and play his guitar. The magic of the woods all around, and this man's healing voice did wonders for my broken heart, and so I am sharing a poem I wrote after the weekend ended...

While running away

From shattered dreams and

The cracked mirror of reality,

I met a smiling minstrel

Whose voice of golden velvet

Encircled my heart

And brought it to a land

Of forest like tranquility

Where fairies play happily

Under toadstools,

And unicorns eat gleaming magic grass

In fields of sunshine.

I stayed in awesome wonder

Till the voice of the minstrel

Grew wearily silent

And while not wanting to part company,

I knew the time had come.

So I bid him good-bye

And started back alone

Along the long journey back.

But soon I realized I was not alone at all.

For the voice of the minstrel

Had unknowingly left

Hope in my heart and

A smile imprinted upon my soul.

And it gave my heart the courage

To attempt to piece the jagged fragments

Back together.