What is it this
Yearning for promises made and kept
For romance novel words
and fairy tale sentiment
For legendary sincerity
in an all too real
too cynical
too practical world?
What is this
Obsession with the mythical everlasting?

Why is it that
The memories of your fervent whispers
trail across my heart
like earthtone tresses
teasing lightly the anticipating skin?
Why is it that in this constant argument
between the one whom will always love you
and the one who seeks emancipation
I am stuck
Wondering when I will wake from this night terror
to see you breathing beside me
an anchor in a fickle sea?
Why must
happy reality
remain so unexpected so alien
to a heart's harmonious dream?

How is it that
despite the instruction of hard learned self love
the spirit still grasps with sickening tenacity?
Who feeds such a fanciful little girl
Heaping spoonfuls of Harlequin life
Then sends her skipping down the path to her flowered garden
Singing Someday my prince will come
Not knowing she wishes for you?

10/25/2004

Author's Note: this one is difficult to write, the feeling is convoluted and knotted together - about one I lost, one I desire, one I dream of but have not yet known, about me reflected in their eyes...maybe really, they are all the same person. Who knows but God?

Posted on 10/25/2004
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