Often at night I could not picture you
we had met some years passed.
In these lonely moments was it you I heard
somewhere in my head!
Faintly on the still air was it your voice
or my selected choice?

As we met again at a conference weekend
it dawned on me what you meant.
Why I did not realise before time was lost
something I can never pursue!
You are happily married this I understand
but you are in my dreamland!


Age and circumstances are beyond our control
just to know you like me!
Gives me a reason to face each empty day
some friends we meet go away.
I know love is just a distant day dream
a not meant to be theme.

To me you are so beautiful and serene
something that might have been.

The Foureyed Poet.