As peacefully dying as the setting sun,
was our time together.
We did not long
to be apart or together,
but we drifted
and
kissed a farewell across
the ocean between.
It is on this day
that I
find ocean: guilty
It is not on looking back
but on looking forward that I say
dear lover that I never knew
I regret now loving you.
What does it say of the empty album
What does it say of seeds never planted
What does it whisper of happiness untold?
Nothing,
for fantasy cannot break the sorrow
of this moment.
It is the heavy pining that I gnaw at
like some lonely ******.
It's no **** that I build,
but a raft,
for I refuse to be an island.
Better to drift with the school,
learn common sense,
and remember not to throw away
new shoes.
But I remember...
running barefoot led me to
you.
In the quiet night,
borne on evening wind,
her dress flutters, speaking beauty.
In the stillness of my curiosity,
I pace over to her,
I whisper,
"She was no illusion. Liberty."
"What was she?" she breathes
With outstretched palm,
"Take my hand and we'll find her..."
She smiles,
she shakes her head,
"That's not how it works..."
My brow furrows,
doubt weighs on my hanging lip.
She dashes off, running wild and
free.
I give chase, laughing with glee,
for liberty does not run without me.
I came up with that line toward the beginning, "Dear lover I never knew, I regret now loving you," while washing dishes (not the first time that happened, LOL!) and, as usual, I had to write a little story around it.
I think this time though, I leave it up to you as to what the meaning is. It's too fresh for me to speak about what it means to me, because, I think, this poem came from a place I haven't paid much attention to recently.
Anyway, enjoy!
DEW