By Stands with a smile
Date: 31 October 2000
A fool no more.
I was a fool once.
The gift you offered me I took too lightly.
Time, the leveler of all lives has shown me my error.
I have no hope that gift will ever be offered again,
But if it were, there would be a different man in my shoes.
The old one thought only of himself, and what he thought would
please him most went far against the grain of what you are.
The new one knows far better.
Were that gift offered today
He'd break the gates of Hell wide open
for one sweet taste of you.
No other face or voice or form
could ever please him more.
He'd bind you tight in bonds of desire
and hotly hold you helpless in chains
you would so willingly forge yourself
because of the passion and compassion that
flowes from him like water from a distant crystal lake.
With the promise of your lips alone, you could lure him
With the tender vision of your form you could hold him
With the whisper of his name, your voice could enslave him
With all his life, and all his hopes, and all his dreams
You alone would own him, if..
that gift were offered again today.
The new man waits. The skies above him are strewn with the
stars that spell your name in breathless diamonds of desire.
The earth he walks on crackles with the dreams he has cast aside
to live one dream with you.
He eats and sleeps and breathes the silent echo of your name
and your absence from his world is like the absence of the sun
His moon, the hope that you might one day come again.
I was a fool once.
I am a fool no more.
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