When at night I close my eyes,
to think all the days gone by,
to feel again those passions past,
and feeble joy that never lasts,
I'm always drawn to thoughts of you, my only love my Cynthia
I think I found you in a dream,
the night I pressed beyond the seam,
where fantasy and reality meet
in summer mist so soft and sweet,
But you were all I ever felt, my deepest love, my Cynthia
But dreams just last within the night, when morning came,
Her soul took flight
I awake to find Her never there
She passes like the misty air
To leave me longing and alone, my painful love,
my Cynthia
Enigma love you swell the heart,
to crush the same when lovers part
But whether love and joy you bring
or bitter pain and Death's cold sting
I plead you come to me again, my final love,
My Cynthia
I never dream of those I love
When I sleep I must do battle with all
those who want to cut my throat.
Wish I had your dreams. Your poem touches me at the core.
I think all young men have a dream girl that got away. But that fades with time. In this case though, in the last stanza, Cynthia has made an impression that will last until death's door.
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
When I sleep I must do battle with all
those who want to cut my throat.
Wish I had your dreams. Your poem touches me at the core.
Ron