You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning."
Cream
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You came to me, out of the blue yonder surprise
hitching a lift, with your freestyle Dutch ways
I was a footloose and fancy free guy
and I saw twinkling interest, in your Scandinavian eyes
instant attraction, we hit it off from word go
fluent English words, with a Continental romantic glow
we shared our first night, mixing island ale and keen humor
you were teetotal, and I loved my frothy beer
twenty something, as our accents divinely interspersed
you knew I was hooked, right from the very start
as we shared dreamy strolls, along the desolate windswept shore
where the sandpipers trilled, and the oyster catchers piped
softly smiling and enjoying, those opening shots of love
gentle sparring and jousting, for comparable terms
we sat up all night, talking underneath the canopy of heaven
for to me a woman, is something to be treasured forever
you spoke of a former heartache, that still held you in its grip
and I tried to reassure you, that in me you had it all
but you were a free spirit, of independence rare and true
as I tried my hardest, to cross the great divide
still you said, you wanted to meet my Mom and Dad
as your eyes met mine, I heard angel's wings rustle
you stayed all weekend, igniting my soaring spirit
as we consolidated, our growing and evolving bond
I knew not then, that heartache lay in store
that unforgettable summer, when you were my Queen
and when the time came, I dreaded your inevitable departure
slithering dreams and aspirations, trickled through my hand
as I held you tight, at that fateful train station
you said we were almost, the perfect and complete pair
but you were still hoping, to resurrect your former love
and I knew deep down, you were making your greatest mistake
and as the train pulled out, my heart was rent in two
as silent tears rolled, and misted my helpless eyes
watching your visage dissapear, in the moving carriage frames
the pangs of love, shattered something so precious
and I knew then, I would never see you again
for love is a golden rule, onto only itself
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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Hugs,
CJ
I, too had a Scandinavian love, oft remembered.
Ron
The sweetest loves may not always be the ones that last forever, but the ones that, even if only for a moment or a weekend, take our breath away, and away, and away...They find of way of reverberating in our hearts. So sweet those precious stolen moments...and the memory of that one last kiss before parting. You've set us all a'rustling with our own precious moments...and lost loves.
Love,
Taylor
Take care,
Sherry
:)
This was poetry from the heart!!
Love Tinka
One of the best power trios to ever come down the pike Sir Peter. I saw them in concert. They blew my young mind away!
I can relate so much to this write. I have known several wonderful women, in the past, who were there for only a moment. And that moment burned a masterpiece into my memories. It's like certain certain books always stick out when I scan my library shelves, and they are always these kinds of memories.
An excellent and evocative write for me.
Never rest your quill poet!
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reindeer
JK Peter, I know this pain, it's nor funny, best not to hang at the train station, too hard! Heartbreak hotel, excellent pen here!
Love n Hugs
Ch'erie
Etal: Sometmes We You Just Do Not Know How Well We're Off-Huh!
Memories Good Parts I Try Not To Remember It Brings Back Bad 1's Too...
TRASK
beautiful pen, Peter ...
Your memoir is as haunting, and as eerily beautiful, as the sound of that distant train
=========================== ===========================sometimes, we just find ourselves...off track.
Exquisite piece, Peter.
Love&Blessings, Rhonda
Myrna
Love adn Peace,
B&R
This poem tells a bittersweet love story, and it flows so well.
Wonderful work!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sangie Angel :o)