I never believed I could act,
Or even write a poem that well,
And when it came to performing,
My words would stutter and quell,

My heart would quake,
Those hands would quiver,
And my whole body would shiver and shake,
I was traumatised and terrified,
And words would never come straight,

But a while back,
I met a man,
Wiser than anyone I know,
He showed me a way through life,
And He taught me what I know,

He told me some of his secrets,
And showed me a way to perform,
He helped me find my confidence,
And taught me to calm my inner storm,

He told me something that day,
That I will forever treasure in my heart,
That remains a secret between him and me,
From which I never will part,

That day surrounded by him and some friends,
I grew inside in a way,
And when performing later that night,
We blew them all away,

But he taught me something about myself,
That I had never seen in that way,
And even now it stays with me,
As it will till the end of my day,

But there’s something else amongst it all,
That he did let me know,
That a rose lives longer if it’s picked,
Before all its petals are on show,

I often mourn for him, the lost one
And I regret that he drifted away,
I watched like a statue, so silent, so still,
As he found his own way that day,

But oh, those many days I watched him,
Like a boat afloat from shore,
Watching his laughter and every disaster,
With a happiness that made my heart feel so sore,

I yearned to talk to him daily,
And of all those days I never could,
I was unable to stand the wave strength,
So I stayed back and watched as I thought I should,

But sometimes he would cast his glance to the sea,
His gaze momentarily just flickering to me,
As if by a miracle he maybe could see,
The invisible girl that so much resembled me,

But he never saw me, yet I always saw him,
My mind was so dulled and naive,
Yet my heart so full of hopes and wants,
Those I knew I should never believe,

I watched them all,
And they all passed by,
And of all the wanderers,
He caught my eye,

I don't think that I really believed,
That I did have a chance to be seen,
And had I known back then that I did,
I might have pushed on through the waves and not hid,

But I didn't really know,
And my heart really cared,
But then it turned to stone,
A stone that I bared,

For every long year,
After he left,
And I watched him walk,
Through his life so deft,

And my heart did shatter, my heart did break,
As if it was made of glass or sand,
But only when, on the horizons wake,
He turned to me, and waved his hand,

And so I mourn for him,
And the chance that we had,
And I mourn for the ignorance i held,

I mourn for the bliss,
And I mourn for the hope,
That in the end was true, but failed.