he wondered
in silence would we ever return …
the simple pleasure
that light,
a resonate reminder of love’s passion
drawn
beyond the scope of
society spoken symbolism.
Could we,
might we,
possibly
ever love again
or
are we forever
drawn to allow analysis
the final word
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
Times
when alone
a fleeting desire
left dangling a distant shadow
always will
loom upon this our memory
defined by her distracted
by me
whatsoever I might recall
whilst she
forgets for freedom
settle in,
patience our tested virtue
will outlast
silent disputes.
Quiet reckoning
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
