May we Meet Again

I’ve seen many wonders of love as I’ve felt the pain and alongside came faith that swept me from currents. I’ve witnessed the roar of many lions but ease from the fluttering wings of blue jays captivated my heart. The sun has settled to the path of dawn and saw it rise. Might I add that the beauty in both is something ill never regret? For a frown comes to a smile and tears to an extra step in our miles walked on this journey. I’ve witnessed plenty and more so ever I haven’t seen enough. My heart moves like the bow gliding amongst the violin strings. In all harmony, my soul soothes with the tone of life’s misfortunes and blessings.

There she stood, arm reaching out to grasp mine. In the snowy garden path, drawn in by her smile and beauty of mind. Like winter itself, love came swiftly and so did the tenderness of warmth.

I’ve lived many and yet much more I’m yet to know. I have felt plenty and so few I’ll ever cherish. Unfortunately, all have brought tears and some love to my heart that I’ll tell. Secrets forevermore, whom I’ll take with me till I fly to another. Secrets and whispers of days I have once lived. I have lost myself in daydreams that’ll one day take their own. From many dreams, I’ll forever stay dreaming. If I may and if I can, I’ll marry those, those dreams that I once have told. If I may, I’ll forever dance…

She twirled throughout the garden path, arm still reaching out for mine. I followed with such ease hoping to catch a glimpse and feel of such grace. She led me further into the garden, paying mind to all the frozen flowers that were once a memory. Frozen at the moment to live another.

It saddens my soul that love and pain would be frozen in the very moment. As seasons change the blossoming Rose, would soon wither away along with the beauty it once had. How many times do I try to take a glimpse of its beauty while it was on its way to another? I was late to see and feel the warmth of such given love, forever daydreaming of what was. what has escaped the essence I have held and become what I am now used to? Afraid of such tranquility that will never be the same again.

She stood by the old oak tree, bare as one’s love would be. Continuously asking for the currents to take me away. Alongside her love, I’ll be swept away once again. Let I hear one last roar of the redeeming love I was set out to hold yet hold my head at ease for I too need sleep. Thereby her side I tried to whistle the same lullabies she once has sang. I am at the end of my path to walk an extra step. Without her to see the sunrise that gently peaked from the horizon ill never see such things as the fluttering blue jays. All have passed and from what passes, so does my love. Unfortunately, I have spent my time knowing my blessing and now it is my time to feel unfortunate.

As I lay my weary head on her headstone that sat still and quiet by the old oak. My heart will forever lay with hers as she dances in my heart leading me closer, down the snowy path. Roses of many that’ll forever stay, hoping that day will come when we dance together. I’ll always chase your hand hoping I’ll grasp, and never let go. For now, in this life of ours, rest and one day with the same love…may we meet again.