we had met again
in the fields of wild flowers,
the woods of green..
with day and night hiding us inbetween
we had picked up dirt,
you were always so alert.
somewhere along the line,
you had passed nineteen.
I had grown gaunt and lean
we had looked back
suspiciously at first
at the winding dusty streets
it looked then like a jest,
now like an old pal who seemed to greet..
..for our paths lay parallel
for a little time, a few miles.
and we could always tell
cause we had always styled
ourselves after a certain fashion.
I think now we had a certain itch
only this love could scratch
you held me still when I violently twitched
your tiny arms for me to latch
onto when my legs would glitch.
we could never know
what lies before
what life has for us in store
except that our paths would part
making for a new start
when it is time my sweet love
let those perfectly alligned stars above
be your eternal guide
like a soaring bird, free and wild
let your soul glide..
…over barren fields in the dark
or through hells searing fires.
or when the nights cast stark
faces of ghosts in ragged attires.
I’ll be your strength when you tire..
cause what one may have lost
is found in another
and when we need it the most
we’ll be together
and we will smile when the clouds gather..
P.s – below words are from a song which came to my mind right after I finished writing this poem..I never hoped to write again chaos..look what you have done to me. 😀 my sweet love.
Please do not feel empty..
I will never leave you
and when we are gone from this place
we will be together..