Whispered Dreams of Yesterday
I carefully lift the pen to write a requiem to forsaken dreams;
a love affair that never was; star-crossed... not quite in step, it seems.
A tiny poem tinged with sadness for a love so unfulfilled;
For, I have always loved you... and, I suppose I always will.
So many times I watched you reaching out when true love seemed to call;
so many times you tried to fly; so many times, I watched you fall.
I longed to take you in my arms, to hold you close... to comfort you;
For, I have always loved you... but, you never guessed, you never knew.
No matter; you have found true love at last; and I, in truth... am glad
for you, but, hidden by the smile; my secret heart is deeply sad.
I always knew such fragile dreams held close, one day, would come to 'naught;
But, I have always loved you... you are always somewhere in my thoughts.
Perhaps, some distant, moon-swept night when hollow wind is in the trees;
your thoughts may drift to long-lost days, and, smiling soft... remember me.
Recalling poems made for you, so long ago... so far away;
soft echoes of a love confounded...
Whispered Dreams of Yesterday.
|