Patrick William Kavanagh
Across The Years - Poem by Patrick William Kavanagh
The first time we met, was just the sweetest time,
Eyers locked in naked glances,
Both prepared to take our chances,
Heart to heart and mind to mind,
all the loneliness was left behind,
just one look and you were mine,
And I was yours for evermore.
The second time we met was like the first,
But mellow, like we were already friends.
Conversation sparkled like a jewelled gown,
Silence was as gentle as a pillow of the softest down,
Warmth to warmth, we touched as softly as an angels kiss,
Your parting smile a promise of a future that I dare not miss,
And from that moment, I could never bear to be away from you.
The other meetings blend into my memory,
until the day I thought we never more would part.
Life became a quiet flowing stream,
with sunlit ripples dancing in my eyes,
Happiness was easy in the glow of love we shared,
Inner calm in finding out the one who really cared,
Despite the flaws so evident within the heart I freely bared.
Goodbye was hard, the hardest thing I ever did,
Never had I thought that I would have to take my leave.
The dream was gone, the light of love had flickered and had failed,
And now, I couldn't bear to breathe, - I couldn't bare to grieve.
My rock, my sweetheart and my one true love was gone,
and there was nothing left in me that wanted to go on,
But despite my deepest wish, my wounded heart beat on.
Somehow, I survived the storm, my family and friends had rallied round.
Somewhere in those darkest days and endless nights alone,
My shattered heart and mind began to heal,
the numbness eased and I began to feel,
But life could never be the same,
and every fleeting joy brought shame,
For you were gone away, and I remained.
Whisper to me in the wind.
Let me know that you are with me still,
come to me in dreams and take my hand,
and even thought I cannot go with you to that far-off land,
I can stand upon the shore and gaze across the waters deep and wide,
Remembering the happy times when you were by my side.
And on that day perhaps my tears will finally subside.
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