Back Then.
There was for us something so holy back then
in that lovely OtherWhere.
We found out-spoken feelings consolingly
warming and care became real.
Raising our faces to preordained fate we
found bliss within dreams.
There was something of glory about love in
that wonderful OtherLand
Absorbing out-pouring from duel openness
we took hope and believed.
Joy must have re-cloaked all heaven with
our beautiful secret.
Ever was lasting and Now was unsinkable.
Happiness followed a daily routine as Hello
impacted twin-souled contact.
Born then contentment with intimate rain of
reflective close pattern.
A state arose where death was unthinkable
Satisfied moorings meant patiently waiting
until change altered lonely.
Exchange of anticipation balanced each taste
of our myopic throne.
But health unexpectedly hit rocks and sunk.
As I paid the Boatman my coin of acceptance
mourning wept oceans of grief.
Sudden wrecked notions of OtherTime and
struck reality in raw hysteria.
Storms of aloneness drown reason and clung.
Yet different horizons within saline's fall gave
never-moreness clearer vision.
Wait would not be outgrown but tears which
recede can reach appeasement.
Scars back then were eventually fleshed over.
Conciliation accepts calmer seas if heartbreak
makes enough concessions.
Future togetherness in a new OtherPlace will
prove better without an aggressor.
There was for us something holy back then in
that treasured OtherWhere
and will be again.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
Back Then.
There was for us something so holy back then
in that lovely OtherWhere.
We found out-spoken feelings consolingly
warming and care became real.
Raising our faces to preordained fate we
found bliss within dreams.
There was something of glory about love in
that wonderful OtherLand
Absorbing out-pouring from duel openness
we took hope and believed.
Joy must have re-cloaked all heaven with
our beautiful secret.
Ever was lasting and Now was unsinkable.
Happiness followed a daily routine as Hello
impacted twin-souled contact.
Born then contentment with intimate rain of
reflective close pattern.
A state arose where death was unthinkable
Satisfied moorings meant patiently waiting
until change altered lonely.
Exchange of anticipation balanced each taste
of our myopic throne.
But health unexpectedly hit rocks and sunk.
As I paid the Boatman my coin of acceptance
mourning wept oceans of grief.
Sudden wrecked notions of OtherTime and
struck reality in raw hysteria.
Storms of aloneness drown reason and clung.
Yet different horizons within saline's fall gave
never-moreness clearer vision.
Wait would not be outgrown but tears which
recede can reach appeasement.
Scars back then were eventually fleshed over.
Conciliation accepts calmer seas if heartbreak
makes enough concessions.
Future togetherness in a new OtherPlace will
prove better without an aggressor.
There was for us something holy back then in
that treasured OtherWhere
and will be again.
