Though the years have passed by
still, I remember your face
Are your blue eyes still shining
Could you yet save
this man with your grace
I need to know
would it be a miracle
to see you again
I have wandered so long
searching for a home unknown
Yet still have no direction
no safe port
trapped I am in this storm
I need to know
would it be a miracle
to see you
again
The years have passed us by now
sands have run through the glass
I still hear your laughter
still know the scent
of your skin
I need to know
would it be a miracle
to see you
again
Now I must be going
the road calls to me again
To seek another sunrise
until I am taken
by the fall
I'll never know
there will be no miracle
I'll not see you
again
Author notes
When presented the opportunity to renew a relationship one must carefully weigh the choices. Sometimes, the memories we have are not the memories of truth, do we really want to spoil the fantasy of the past with the reality of the now?
What matters?
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this is beautiful, i like all your work as you know, but this one really stirs me some how, dont know why must be the romantic in me, but as you so elegantly put it, some things are best cherished in our memories rather than tainted by time or reality
a seriously good write my poet friend
take care
theresa
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I wrote this because of an old flame that has been in my dreams of late. She is a friend of my sister's. She attended my Mother's funeral and when we spoke my wife at the time said the girl still loved me. That was over 5 years ago. I ran into her again 2 years ago at a local tavern, if she wasn't married....
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Wow, it's true that the notes are a very wise perspective and although I've recognized how a circumstance in the present can change the perspective of the past, I never really thought about it and what you said puts that in a very vivid light. It also fits pretty well with the writing. I'm sure someone's told you, but you're very strong minded and you have alot of truth to give. I've read every piece of yours down to this, and I look forward to continuing through your older work soon. Fantastic work. I can't pick a favorite, as I relate to so many and am enlightened by so much of it.
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WOW, I'm not sure how to respond to the comment...I can only write what I know, mine is a long tale of love lost, love unrequited, and in some cases just thrown away.
I deal only in truths, there is no room for fantasy or dreams within my existence. I am not unhappy with who I am, despite the choices I have made. I hope to be able to write again soon.
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(response to the authors note: you phrased that perfectly)
The last line is breathtaking, on the grounds that it brings home the "reality" you referred to, the bitter, but honest truth. Maybe not "bitter" but, less then the fantasy... these memories we hold that sweetened by time.
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thanks for the comment..and yes, no bitterness involved, perhaps I just did not want to experience any more disillusionment.
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