Thank goodness this is a poem from my attic of verse. I almost lost my way back then but life has a way of keeping the rhythms together to best suit us. My heart rejoices at that decision. ~SKdV~

In the diminished power of illusion
As tears lasso a dream
Facets fade as the shade draws
Upon embroidered gloss she screams
In quiet sobs she remorses
What was then, is now... and gone
She holds the smile he gave her
Then pain strikes to her bones
Regret of what had happened
In this crossroad of pure pain
When he came out of nowhere
Then for a time echoed her name
It just wasn't meant to happen
As farrowed dreams paint fault
They bow to her fast sorrow
As her tears turn into salt
This world can be so beautiful
As dawn begins each day
But love can paint a canvas
Turn sunshine into grays
They take another pathway
Never knowing what is gone
To live a life without true love
Then go their way alone.

Susan Kathryn de Vegter
copyright 2006