A Way It All Started... Poem by Elena V. Moonray

The way it started
it could have
easily become
love...

The words we said,
on a dirty bench,
where we sat
in the dark
in the Union Square
park
closely monitored
by bums...

The way we held
hands,
and secrets
we bravely
revealed
about ourselves,
and things that we
did not tell,
but were going to...
It all was so
precious
and so insanely
engaging...

Our starting affair
smelled
like a fragile
Snowdropp flower*
breaking through
melting armors of snow...
A crazy little flower
that could not resist
its desire
to get all the sun
and all the love on Earth,
even if it has to
die for it
right after.

It felt like
I will never
get cold again
and will never
feel lonely
just because
of the way
you were with me....

It felt like
finding
a long forgotten
home
after being lost
for so long...
It felt like no wars
ever existed,
and everything
will be just fine
with me
from now on...

Remember we talked about
being a grown up man
and a grown up woman,
and what that meant for each other
and how good it must be
to be such a confident grown up person,
who can take care of things
and assume responsibilities
for his own actions;
and protect another
from being wounded
before protecting himself...

We talked about
all these important things,
like children,
who ran away from home...
I was very shy about it
cause I used to talk about
important things
only with shrinks,
and not with nearly strangers...

You know, some words
that people say
just go straight
through your ears
without impacting
your thoughts in any way...
and some get
right into your heart and
stay there for years,
even if you knew
someone for a day...

Well... all
what I am trying
to say here -
it was very brief,
but I am still
under impression,
I am still
under the influence
of your every word,

...and I am still
deeply surprised
by the fragility
of your soul.

And of my own...

...and I am remaining
your fan.

Sept 29,2005