The Joy Of Unknowing
Ah! To unknow the sun
Exploding into molten gold
As it dances upon your hair.
Unknow your perfume
That lingers forever in the air.
Unknow the orchestra
Playing relentlessly in my heart.
Unknow your smile, your laugh
And the funny things you do
All the infectious parts of you.
Ah! To unknow the touch we nearly had
And the joy we imagined
Would fill our innocent lies one day.
Unknow the dream
And change it back into a mere thought
That was never afforded an existence
Except in the rantings of a /fu:l/
Ah! Ah! To unknow the fear
Of losing you
Unknow the futility
Of wanting to hold you near.
But, how can you unknow
Something you never really knew?
Or feel decimated by the loss
Of something that was never yours?
Oh! The fact of not knowing you
Became the only part of me I remember.
I remember knowing it would never be,
I think you also knew, didn’t you?
Oh! Oh! I realise we cannot go back
And unknow what we have seen
And been and become.
We cannot chip away
At the sculpture,
Which is our life.
Cannot take out the bits
We do not want to be anymore-
It is too late.
I am with you
And you with me
In this dream
For eternity.
(Gerry Aldridge ©2016)
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
The Joy Of Unknowing
Ah! To unknow the sun
Exploding into molten gold
As it dances upon your hair.
Unknow your perfume
That lingers forever in the air.
Unknow the orchestra
Playing relentlessly in my heart.
Unknow your smile, your laugh
And the funny things you do
All the infectious parts of you.
Ah! To unknow the touch we nearly had
And the joy we imagined
Would fill our innocent lies one day.
Unknow the dream
And change it back into a mere thought
That was never afforded an existence
Except in the rantings of a /fu:l/
Ah! Ah! To unknow the fear
Of losing you
Unknow the futility
Of wanting to hold you near.
But, how can you unknow
Something you never really knew?
Or feel decimated by the loss
Of something that was never yours?
Oh! The fact of not knowing you
Became the only part of me I remember.
I remember knowing it would never be,
I think you also knew, didn’t you?
Oh! Oh! I realise we cannot go back
And unknow what we have seen
And been and become.
We cannot chip away
At the sculpture,
Which is our life.
Cannot take out the bits
We do not want to be anymore-
It is too late.
I am with you
And you with me
In this dream
For eternity.
(Gerry Aldridge ©2016)
Obviously this about a love I cannot have.
