Don’t
let the memories dazzle you
or
take you from this moment in time.
The
words distract, and intention confused,
could
take you right back there again.
You’re
walking on hallowed ground
where
sacrifices were made in blood.
Stained
pages and aching howls released
a
lost soul wandering, found a home.
I
fell in love with you there in that place
so
many long, long years ago.
The
ghosts of those feelings are lingering
trying
to take me away from here.
I
heard them last night take over my thoughts
but
would not let them take over my words.
I
sat here silently counseling myself
that
this is not the place to land.
You
were magic to me in those days
we
were both so very young.
I
had stars in my eyes and dreams made of clouds
and
you were already so weary and tired.
You
had learned something that kept you far from me
yet
I loved from that very first day.
Now
years later and entire lifetimes lived
I
want to walk into that feeling again.
I
want to let it take me away
from
the pain that is eating me alive.
From
this lonely room and the life that I have lost
in
the memories I want to run away and hide.
Maybe
it’s the safety of the familiar
I
still know who you are.
You
never promised anything you could not give
yet
loved me openly in spite of yourself.
I
need to keep this heart bound tightly
and
listen to it weave it’s tales.
Then
tell it tenderly to let the illusions go
they
were never even real.
There
is no magic answer, no simple way out,
this
part of me will always be broken,
You
cannot save me, nor can I save myself
I
just have to let the tales be told.
you're right. I never promised more than I could give. without conditions, I loved you, and, I love you still. but you're wrong to not believe. there IS magic in you and me. the stories have to be told, but not without 1st, bearing our souls. 'there' is where the magic lies... dormant and blurry, behind those tired and weary eyes.
ReplyDeleteeyes that now you too can see. it was never that 'you weren't good enough' it is and has always been me.
illusions aside, the love was real. so much in fact, the years stood still. I was always there and to this day, on hallowed ground you will stay.
let it surface, let it bleed. let me in if that's what you need. I will not turn blind eyes to pain, the blood we shared was NOT a stain...
it is a promise, dear friend.
YOU are the magic, I only pretend.