Every so often you come to mind, a significant love like ours could
never die.
Eternal. Immortal.Indestructible.Meant to be.
Borne on the silver wings of a distant far flung star, but
agonisingly now, just out of reach of my two open arms.
The sheer longing, the acute missing, the smouldering passion between us never slips or fades away. It just grows and waxes stronger like the surge of the rolling sea.
But just like the blackbird builds its nest faithfully every spring, the
solid foundations of our fatal attraction remain firmly in place, safe
from displacement or erasure, and impervious to the shifting sands of restless time.
Can it be these priceless, emotional treasures are meant for only a
finite time?
Or is it just the intensity or single mindedness of the staccato beat of my own true heart that beguiles ?
Does one love more deeply than the other, and if so, is that a sin, weakness or virtue?
Can lost love ever be truly recovered and the clock turned back ?
Or must we wait patiently till the ends of time, for our
sweet reunion in spirit sublime ?.
All I know is.
I will never stop loving you, even though drifting time,
myriad circumstances and vast space have come irretrievably between.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Diana...
Intriguing and interesting to wonder who and what it was that will not be forgotten, "through drifting time."
Ron
Regis. 🍁