Friday, February 23, 2007

The Last Promise

Walking bare feet on that lush green grass
Under the shimmering moonlight
I held your hand and felt you close to me.

Comfort in the uneasiness of our hearts
In the emotions that we never felt before
For once love talked and we listened.

Not a word spoken, not a hush made
Yet in silence we heard each other say
Promise you, I will never walk away.

Time though had some other plans
We were never meant to be one
And that night was to be our last.

Today, when I think of that starry night
I feel you as I see you in my heart
And a smile graces my lips.

Small droplets form shape in my eyes
These tears of joy that pain has given
The pain of being with you yet so afar.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

SIGH......

Anonymous said...

Here's all that I have to say to you:

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare
sonnet cxvi