Based on a True Story.

There is a time and place for all Every season has it's moments Up and downs Swirling amongst the edies of thought And dreams What was isn't Now Personalities Wander People reconnect But the soul is strong True to Self True to friends both past and present tears are a funny thing A release of sorts Bringing about catharsism Burning away the memories That seek to hold you Once cried for a week A strange thing for me to do For i have been taught to hold it in So deep that i don't even Know it's there But every time i painted Lifting loaded brush From palett to canvas The tears would start Run down my cheecks Creating glistening furrows Reflections of deeply held sorrow I have never been so prolific As I was that week Painting with my soul Bright lights Like fairy glows Travel old highways Trained to memorise Every moment in time Bringing about Emergence And rebirth For those of open mind and spirit I once loved Truely loved A girl with hawk eyes and A wickedly bold heart She was my soul mate Friend andlover Such passion we shared We lived life fully Breathing in each other From one moment to the next Sharing thoughts Rarely a spoken word She swam with me In my soul And I in hers Some memories bring about warmth Of times shared And happiness lived Some a sadness so deep That even thinking about it Will bring about A crystalisation of the soul She died that week Not of cancer That was removed saftley But of a blood clot At the base of her neck Which The doctors never saw It was as if they were Always one step behind As if it was meant to be I always felt That she accepted it From the start Knowing the moment of her time We had just begun to get close A love that had stepped beyound Misunderstanding and shyness She was my lovers mother A gentle soul Whom shared love And friendship Freely I was a healer Trained to work with energy Talented Skilled I tried everything Desparate I called in friends Nothing worked I no longer heal. I didnt know what to do Confusion in times of stress if you like Stumble about in shock Putting on the mask Everyone expected to see I lent her support With silence and strength As i watched her die On the inside Not mourning as others do She just held it in In the great tradition of her family My natural instinct to delve deep To nuture the hurt within Was greeted with a hurt So deep that i could not Even years later Begin to heal For two years i loved her Sacrificing my soul Trying to return to her The love That was taken away Foolish really But a indiscretion born of a caring that was true We did love From time to time But it was not the true love That we had shared Those long days ago I miss her sometimes She left me for someone online Travelled the world For someone new I don't blame her It was over that morning When they asked her If they could switch it off I don't think it will ever be truly over For the likes of me Printed upon the neural pathways of my bain I have never felt That passion again Oh i have loved Indeed I have and do love truly The varied souls that cross my path Yet i hope One day That i will once again Truly Love Beyound she of the hawk eyes It's funny how there tears Rise up from Forgotten memorieswell it's true....i just called it that 'cause of my lack of skilled vocalization.... Written March 26th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 08:22 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1