It was the first day of Spring,
I took off my shoes and toed the grass
Morning dew still within
Tickled my toes and calmed my soul.
A lonely yellow flower
Poked its head through the ground,
I patted it and murmured,
‘Welcome back, dear old friend’ !
Children played on the swings,
Happy families all around
I looked about and met your eye
A chord twanged in my heart.
The wind was playing with your hair,
You smiled and I smiled back
In your bright blue eyes,
I saw an ocean storm swell.
Your thoughts wove a canvas
Flared up my daydreams and nights
Your touch like an ember
That lit a fire under my skin.
This seems like a moment of truth,
Is it a passing fancy,
Or dare I say the word,
‘Love’ in all its fury ?
Where do we go from here,
To the pastures of everlasting joy,
To love and to keep forever
Or the glass case of broken dreams
To forget and be forgotten…