often i've wonder'd if there is
something that says it is a crime
to be human; and perhaps
the evidence lies behind
the emotive reasoning
of feelings that hide in the cusp
of the heart of all hearts
that absence of passion
does not make ones heart
more resilient
what is the mode-o-faire
when there is nothing fond at all
about the immeasurable distance
between us; for you and i know all too well
that neither of us can re-capture the aura of
space nor time; nor can we corral
the beats of youthful passion that
were once the ruling factions
of all that made us more than one;
what ever happen'd to the time
when you kiss'd my hand; those
moments when the tap of the tip of your tongue
playfully connect'd the dots and
strumm'd the strings of my heartline
that led to a signal that went straight down
to my switching station;
were you the conductor,
and i, Union Pacific awaiting
the drive of your golden spike?and now here we are,
waiting in the dark
still searching for the boarding schedule that
once was one time but now
always seems to be a heartbeat-too-late. . .
so with burden'd bags pack'd full of
obligatory kindness, we stand on
the loading dock of day-to-day beginnings
and perhaps our eyes flash silently
of picturesque window scenes
that i am sure we will never forget. . .
but now, the wheels of love screech
on the run down rails of good intentions
at the ticket booth of One Last Chance
forever waiting for the Love Express
to roll up to the end of the line,
but after so many runs
there is really no further need
to anxiously yank on the midnight cord
because it looks as if we are
the only passengers left trying
to go nowhere gracefully
while others disembark'd,
seems that they other knew
there was nothing to gain
by attempting to blow old whistles
rusting shut in the dampness of the night
© 2006, cynth’ya lewis reed
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an element of trust and friendship - sometimes! Very enjoyable read.
that neither of us can re-capture the aura of
space nor time; nor can we corral
the beats of youthful passion that
were once the ruling factions
of all that made us more than one;
love, Birgit and Roger
It Teachs 1 Thing:"Hurry Up And Wait" Stand In Line It Does Not Matter What Color You Are Waiten For Going Nowhere Rusten Shut At The End Of Line...
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love and peace, Carole
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Love Tinka
Aberjhani
Take care,
Sherry
Rich with symbolism, this poem is beautifully composed and presented; well done! I wish my sleepless thoughts were this coherant! LOL
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love (and prayers), your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D