could you not see what i could see
each time we met in secrecy
could you not feel the children's fears
each time we held each other dear
'tis not your fault
i entered knowingly into our vault
i entered willingly i cannot me exalt
but when i knew
each time we met in secrecy
could you not feel the children's fears
each time we held each other dear
'tis not your fault
i entered knowingly into our vault
i entered willingly i cannot me exalt
but when i knew
t'would not be you
to say no more
it was i
who shut the door
forever more
what else
was i to do
to say no more
it was i
who shut the door
forever more
what else
was i to do
but
i miss you
.
.
.
8 comments:
How sad. What a strange concept, forbidden love. Love is something I would think should always be allowed.
This is an eerie image that fits this haunting piece, Gypsy. When I first saw the image, I thought, wow, this is like one of your dreams or visions from another life. Beautiful, spooky.
unless, butternut, unless one is bound to another - and then...and then, the other writes poetry such as this -
isn't this a mesmerizing image, trish - haunting - and beautiful - look at the eyes of these children - actually, for me, an image from this life - it was the mental image similar to this that allowed me to walk away - and it is the same image that keeps me from returning - so - i write instead -
such a heavy burden, missing someone you love and the moments spent together! beautiful and nostalgic writting my dear Jenean! xoxo
a heavy burden, so true - but so worth every stolen moment! lovely to have you come by, spider!!! thank you - xxx
The children, dear Cousin. The children. Yes. Always for their precious sakes and in the name of our love for them we must sacrifice that which might otherwise be bliss for US.
BTW, I am missing you and our emails. So much going on in our parallel lives. Never doubt I'm sending you thoughts and love. Look at this WV: "amica" cj
yes, dear cj, the children - the innocents - i could not bear hurting them - or my own children and their children - it was an explosion waiting to happen - there were times - many many times when all i thought of was the headlines of it all - literally - and i could not bear the thought - but i cannot bear his absence either -
i think of you, too, cousin - soon my mind will clear i hope! and my energies return! much love - j
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