I’ve been waiting many a season to come across him. A myriad of times I was bemused by all I encountered. I remember stopping, settling down for a while only to soon realize that I had been lost. Of course, I kept going but as I traveled my skin became more arid and now there are creases that weren’t there in my summer.
I look into the mirror and I see my spring because that’s how I feel! That’s how he makes me feel. My joints have loud crepitus but those sounds are barely audible next to the pangs of my being. He makes me want to soar. I want to roar I’m free!
If this were a world without judgement and without consequences then I would proceed. But I can’t for in this world we live in, they would not understand that love and passion are ageless. My heart was constrained but now it has been let loose by him. He holds the key but how will anyone understand? To them it would be like placing a square peg into a circular shape. It doesn’t fit they would say. It doesn’t belong.
I see that too but why do my feelings become so in tune every time he strums the guitar? Why does his written prose synch so well with the basic tenet of who I am? It’s not fair! I’ve searched decades to find him. Why do I need to ignore my feelings? Ignore him?
But I get it for he is barely into spring and I’m I’m in late fall. I have only the winter before me. I am that leaf that’s so beautiful in color but soon to fade and fall off.
I shall always remember him and in my dreams and oh in my sweet dreams shall he be with me forever.
Happy Poetry Month my darlings. Keep writing. Stay safe. Stay strong. Thank you for reading this long post. I appreciate you.
Hugs from Brooklyn