I left my other half today
We went our ways. And she and I
No longer had a moment’s time
Before we passed each other by.
I went above and she below.
I thought of her upon the hill
But did not turn and loop to her
To my surprise, she did not chase
When flames of passion died, our love
Was severed like old string. Perhaps
With time unraveled hidden truths
That broke the string that held us close
And yet, that bond that we once shared
Can never fade though it’s been frayed
As we, apart, now walk upon this road called “life”
I met my other half today
I crossed her path, saw eye-to-eye
A moment passed before we passed
Each other by. I went above
And she below. I thought of her
As I descended from the hill.
I turned and looped my way to her
To my surprise, she did the same
We danced upon the summit’s grass,
Embracing, arms entwined and down
The hillside pass we rolled. Perhaps,
Fate tied us into one, or maybe urge
And passion drew us close. For now,
We lie, the knot we tied we carry on
This road we travel on called “life”
I heard your voice. It’s beautiful, like honey on the eardrums
As the flutes and pipers play and frolic while the guitar strums
I’m taken from my empty home into imagination
Just like a train, each stop I make drops me into a new station
From grinding metal, songs of praise, and trumpets blaring loud
To zipping lines from rappers’ mouths and rockers in a crowd
But searching for you in the mass of music in this place
Is tricky, thoughts and memories don’t even give a face
To you, the one I lost so long ago when we still played
We thought we would remain together, but only music stayed
And then it all goes quiet for the playlist’s at its end
It’s time to hit the rewind key. The music starts again.
O tired, tiny ember!
Gray and old and cold
What gentle breeze will blow
What whispered breaths shall speak
To set your tired heart ablaze
Again, in glory, burn!
“Does it get easier from here?” she asked.
He was holding the tiny box open for minutes now, a shining ring inside.
“We’ll find out.”
2017 Feb 09, Thursday
Captured Conversations # 01: CHASE
“Why do you aways run from me?”
“Some things are worth catching up to.”
Poems from the Past: Tollgate
Feb 3 2015
What price is paid
To pass on through
And move beyond
My past regrets?
What price is paid
To move the gate
That blocks the path
That leads to you?