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By cire nehtrow Date: 2004 Aug 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.23.12.47.27720]] |
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I turned around and you were gone, Fool me for turning. I turned to hear that old sad song, It's tune, the past, was churning. Your loving heart, your hopes and dreams, You gave with smiles and shining eyes. Fumbling heart with unraveled seams, Quagmired, mine, in unbroken ties. Our time apart love and friendship missed, Weary hollow empty hours. I sigh with the air in which we kissed, Your gaze, your love, that gentle bower. Your graceful beauty, and you, just you. Talking for hours not marking time. Hearing each other and sharing two, Two lives, true love, never pantomime. I will never forget the day that we met, To me, I believe, somehow ordained. That warm day in May as summer was set, To bring laughter, bring love, unbound, untamed. Summer brought us all of that and more, Yet the cusp of that summer's moon hooked the past. Then across our bright constellation it tore, Blacking our stars with the shadows it cast. How I wish I could grasp that moment, that day. Take you in my arms; look deep in your eyes, Tell you how much I love you and want you stay Kiss you; embrace you, 'till one of us dies. |