Seeing you that first time
Was
like looking at a picture
A
familiar picture
A
favourite, dog eared picture
Often
viewed, often handled
A
picture of someone special
But
we had never met
Yet
there you were
A
familiar picture
A
picture in my mind
In
my heart, in my soul
A
familiar stranger
Who
recognizes me
I saw her in the moonlight
Bathed
by the white
Of
the pale waning moon
And
I was moonstruck
An
angelic vision
A
moonchild of the night
Smiled
a knowing smile
And
then she took my hand
Beneath
the splendour
Of
the starlit sky
I
took her in my arms
And
I felt her tremble
And
there we stood
In
the magic of the starlight,
Where
we fell in love
Where
we were moonstruck
I thought this time
That
the love was strong
Founded
on solid rock
And
standing on granite piles
That
would weather the ages
Like
a great monument
But
at the first hint of storm
The
granite crumbled away
And
the love fell with them
I
curse my poor judgment
And
my lack of prudence
As
once again I am alone
And
my heart is broken once more
The
old adage echoes in my head
“What
doesn’t kill you
Makes
you stronger”
But
the words are as empty as my life
But
I will make myself stronger
I
will make myself an island
My
heart will be as stone
And
my resolve will be as granite
Then
my heart will never break again
Why does this love
Ensure
a constant heartache?
Love
should be a salve for your soul
Not
a dagger to pierce your heart
Instead
of an empathetic companion
With
shared values and mutual respect
I
get lies, evasion and bitter betrayal
And
when my tattered heart
Lies
savagely broken
There
is no sympathy,
No
remorse
Just
a shrug and farewell
Why in every disagreement
From the first to the last
You don’t stay in the present
You rake up the past
I always fight fair
I nail my colours to the mast
Then your name-calling
Leaves me aghast
You whispered words of love
Sweet
lyrics of affection
Their
sublime sound caressed me
Like a summer breeze
Refreshing sultry skin
Each
fresh loving word
Mesmerized
me anew
And
I knew my heart was lost
And
I knew that I was found
In the elastic time of dreams
Where
exists a cast of thousands
The
impossible is possible
Logic
ceases to exist
The
living walk with the dead
Rivers
flow upstream
The
sky is green
The
grass is blue
So
why with all the infinite possibilities
Of
my timeless dreams
Do
I only dream of you?
