On a chariot built on MRF,
Wearing jeans tapered;
She came along on the misty road,
To become the three day neighbour.
Seventy two hours,
Companionship formed on nerves.
The mountain boy saw
Perfection incarnate in the girl.
Giddiness was newfound freedom,
From the everyday, the mundane.
City girl, she with hair amber,
Object of desire she became.
A brave question burning holes;
Embers on his mind's hand.
He asked late, but in time,
"Where do our feelings stand?"
Rattled, she took a pilgrimage.
To the basketball court.
******* her eyes shut,
The biggest frog stuck in her throat.
Fifty seven minutes invested,
Pondering on this question.
Changing lives in the future,
Was then not thought, not mentioned.
"Yes", slow, measured response,
A jig for joy, delighting the teens,
Naivete thrives and blooms,
Where experience hasn't been.
Arms around her waist,
She let him feel like the one.
Their heads over heels,
Quickly, both made a run.
Breathing consciously,
The pair arrived at a Church.
Colonial structure, abandoned it beckoned,
An unbroken pew, his search.
He led her in, held her at
An arm's length.
Distance never crossed before,
His face came forward, an achievement.
And brushed softly
Against her mouth, his lips in trance.
He was sure when fire was found,
The Early Man danced the same dance.
Simple moment, evanescent,
It had to end of course.
Neither pulled back from the other,
Someone had opened the doors.
****** out of his revery,
Brought back to working cognition,
Realisation of the first kiss,
Dawned, it was beyond imagination.
Fourteen and in love,
Armed with a strong belief.
Life would never separate,
Him from the love he'd received.
Child, you were wrong
Says he, Seven years now dead.
Remembering the day she left,
A thousand tears were shed.
Impossible
Were his wishes gallore.
To find her, reach her, to hear
Her voice once more.
Years spent in isolation,
Anger and Hate never his friends.
How does one feel animosity,
When the heart wants amends?
Amber angel, if you ever see
The mountain boy, do reach out.
Never a need to make up for time lost,
But return the love he had found.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
On a chariot built on MRF,
Wearing jeans tapered;
She came along on the misty road,
To become the three day neighbour.
Seventy two hours,
Companionship formed on nerves.
The mountain boy saw
Perfection incarnate in the girl.
Giddiness was newfound freedom,
From the everyday, the mundane.
City girl, she with hair amber,
Object of desire she became.
A brave question burning holes;
Embers on his mind's hand.
He asked late, but in time,
"Where do our feelings stand?"
Rattled, she took a pilgrimage.
To the basketball court.
******* her eyes shut,
The biggest frog stuck in her throat.
Fifty seven minutes invested,
Pondering on this question.
Changing lives in the future,
Was then not thought, not mentioned.
"Yes", slow, measured response,
A jig for joy, delighting the teens,
Naivete thrives and blooms,
Where experience hasn't been.
Arms around her waist,
She let him feel like the one.
Their heads over heels,
Quickly, both made a run.
Breathing consciously,
The pair arrived at a Church.
Colonial structure, abandoned it beckoned,
An unbroken pew, his search.
He led her in, held her at
An arm's length.
Distance never crossed before,
His face came forward, an achievement.
And brushed softly
Against her mouth, his lips in trance.
He was sure when fire was found,
The Early Man danced the same dance.
Simple moment, evanescent,
It had to end of course.
Neither pulled back from the other,
Someone had opened the doors.
****** out of his revery,
Brought back to working cognition,
Realisation of the first kiss,
Dawned, it was beyond imagination.
Fourteen and in love,
Armed with a strong belief.
Life would never separate,
Him from the love he'd received.
Child, you were wrong
Says he, Seven years now dead.
Remembering the day she left,
A thousand tears were shed.
Impossible
Were his wishes gallore.
To find her, reach her, to hear
Her voice once more.
Years spent in isolation,
Anger and Hate never his friends.
How does one feel animosity,
When the heart wants amends?
Amber angel, if you ever see
The mountain boy, do reach out.
Never a need to make up for time lost,
But return the love he had found.
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