STOLEN PEACE+

Take from me what you want

I am trying my excess to lose;

And it is better that I rest

In the peace that I have

And permit you

Your heart’s desire to choose.

 

I am a fading memory

In the face of your pride of life;

I tried the best man’s solution

I married and took me a wife;

But nothing could the thought of my losses

From my dreams or my fantasy wipe.

 

Yes, faith is a cryptic vision

That is hidden within me

One hundred percent and

Until it is found in the living

The loss will never relent.

 

What options can I look to

For guidance?

Who would satisfy

The hunger in my breast?

Which method can withstand

My sinful upheavals?

What person or persons persist

To pass the test?

 

Nothing!

No one!

No where!

Nobody!

In the world

That I ever will hope to see;

Only the love I have been told is perfect

Can by my faith

Ever hope to save me.

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PRESENT DREAMS.

The past is a handy place

To have to which to run,

When the present is no longer fun;

As long as we have won there.

 

But why does silence replace the music?

Fantasy the dance?

And order, peace and quiet

The mayhem and happenstance?

 

Because life and death is scary;

And we cannot take a chance

To try and maybe fail again

In the hope of new romance.

 

Enchantment becomes

A distant place of make believe,

Where tricks are played

And gnomes and ogres sing;

While little people with human hearts

Are set upon a journey

Searching for a special crown

Or goose or ring.

 

That place from which we all awoke

When we grew up to have a past;

Because we chose to embrace a present

That we hoped and dreamed would last.

2014.02.19.1900 ©