I wait alone with bated breath, dreaming in color - it's always your face
I see a shadow on rocks near by
I could swear it was your face drawn by the sun.
I looked at you in the morning when the sun rolled in like a victory march - loves winning parade.
I stared into the depths of your sea green eyes and thought that this thing could never go away.
Now I sit with my head in my hands contemplating your new love, and my old. You say with hushed words you don't love her, but I imagine the moments you kissed me tenderly and coo'd your promises of undying adoration - and like a child being ripped from the biggest window of the tallest building in the world - by a force faster and greater than myself - I am torn from that thought and all I see is you with longing in your eyes for her. A new love.
I feel the wind in my face as we stood by the gate to the field, and you - in your sheltered way sung to me praises of my silhouette - and our hearts touched for as long as you dropped the facade that keeps you from feeling.
Irish cows in an irish pasture mooed, and sheep further away than our eyes could fall on beyed in their human calls. You moved towards me with a power I cannot liken to anything I've ever seen and pressed against a rusty green gate, I could feel your breath on my mouth - and the tears in your soul - as you told me just how important I was in your life.
Now years later - I am alone and speaking to you through screens on phones and computers wondering if there will ever be another moment where we are as close in proximity as we are in twisted, unrequited nightmare that is true love.
I imagine that at the beginning of time we were mountains, standing too tall and too proud to stand together. From across a valley we stared at each other - longing to be close and to share our strength, and our magnitude. I imagine that one day we were drawn into the sea by the same wave that lifted mythical Noah's Ark, the Deluge that cleansed the world of pain and distance, and together we laid in the sea. Perhaps we were sharks, and then tiger, and then humans, for centuries swirling in the same fish bowl year after year, life time after life time, always finding each other - and always too proud and too bold and too scared to remain together. Mayhaps we were dragons winged beasts with firey breath. No doubt - we were our own demise.
it looks like this round - this life - this chance is over. I doubt that there will ever be a point through out eternity where your face, your energy is not engrained in every fiber of what I am. I know that we will always be romeo and juilet, and tristam and isolt - we will always be star crossed and ill fated.
In fair verona we lay our scene -- two star crossed lovers...
aidue my heart - until the next life - May I dream and always see your face. |
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