In the time before time when first we loved each other there weren't any others vows were made to keep love was strong and deep when the era was over we were in different realms,yet the connection was never severed
Eons passed and once again though different appearances we met and mated knowing that we had been united before without questioning our destiny with faith and passionate intensity we lived and loved for many years until once again time separated us
Then,I was sitting at an outdoor cafe you at the next table with a woman our eyes met and held with certainty that we had known each other before the feeling so strong and sure that when your wife went to the restroom you came over and said we had to meet we did once a week for the next 10 yrs
We wondered why things had changed we knew we were meant for each other not wanting to hurt anyone we were confused longing to be together again but how could we explain to his wife and my husband and our children so we met in secret hoping the next era changed back to how it had been before
Eileen, love is stronger than the most violent winds, true love remains in the core of a soul and I don't think it ever really leaves. This is sad and heart rendering, love is a bond between two people and if it was strong enough it never leaves...it lays dormant in the soul until ripened again. A nice writing.
Very tenderly told tale of pensive misdirection. Who knows if time-sharing arrangements other than the one depicted were made among the off-screen players?
Love and {{{{{{hugs}}}}}},
Leland
Life can be stranger than fiction
Then again, fiction can be stranger than life
Only the author knows
And let's the readers imagination go.
Maybe the next era will tell us so.
Doug
Beautifully written and expressed memories
Of times pass of a love that still lingers
Very much alive in your mind and in your heart!
Love the tone and your words captured
A beautiful vividness!
Absolutely brilliant piece!!
Love Peace and hugssss....Yolie
Wonderful write Eileen as I wonder who is really cheating who, when it comes to love, another time another place. Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 26, 2007
If only, a reversal of sorts is needed. Pain indeed...
Life before and after can get pretty confusing when there are no answers. We either live in the here and now or in the past with still believin in our souls.
Love,
Susan
Partners do deserve consideration but we should all be entitled to love more than one man or woman. I believe it's natural. Many won't agree I know. An interesting story Eileen. Wonderful pic also....Bless you...Joyce
This lingers in the heart and mind with questions and desires for outworkings and completions: just like the interleaving of the lives you speak of here. Your artistry in word, graphic and music weave an emotional fabric that tumbles in a never-ending silken skein that wraps us all in its mystery. You have crafted this loving conundrum so well... Fiction, fact, fict-fact?? Your categorisation as Biography just adds to this poems alluring mystique. We can never know the truth about these things until Time After Time for certain sure. You are a Master/Mistress of these intriguing scenarios. You leave us hungry! Wonderful concluding ellipsis baiting our breath. Love, Kate xx
Two hearts joined is a melacholic love.
The attraction so deep
A secret to keep
Else, others will weep.
Kathy
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 26, 2007
Whadda poem, Eileen. Great theatre heah . . . If this was me writing this I'd be tempted to believe it was true, because you know me, I tell all . . . but since it isn't I will just say, if it isn't for real, it makes for a beautiful story/poem, and hoepfully the opposite spouces never found out . . .
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on September 26, 2007
Too much cheating going on..a compelling poem Eileen, love Holly
Unsual poems for sure: perhaps, as I beleive, there is much to do with reincarnation. Forever souls, magnetically linked, life after life. Strange artwork: half photo, half graphic; love to know how you do it, music is lovely,that I can figure out, but art I'm a zero! Thanks
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Love and {{{{{{hugs}}}}}},
Leland
Then again, fiction can be stranger than life
Only the author knows
And let's the readers imagination go.
Maybe the next era will tell us so.
Doug
Of times pass of a love that still lingers
Very much alive in your mind and in your heart!
Love the tone and your words captured
A beautiful vividness!
Absolutely brilliant piece!!
Love Peace and hugssss....Yolie
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Be safe,
Karen
Love,
Susan
The attraction so deep
A secret to keep
Else, others will weep.
Kathy
Regis
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Adding to my Eileen Files! :)
Long healthy creative life Sublime Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
This is powerfully penned; well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Dan