Crushed Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

A dream grew gently within me
A dream I didn't dare
like the first crocus of Spring
pushed up from the barren ground

Danger I did not see
And if I did I didn't care
A song of love she did bring
To a heart lost and not found

She lived by the sea
I imagined her there
And the happiness she might bring
To a broken heart weary of its own frown

Somehow she touched me
Funny, she thought it was her hair
But it might have been her wing
From afar I listened for her heart's sound

I would have let it be
This emotion so rare
I was content to hear her sing
And lit up whenever she was around

A man like me seems not to have glee
I know well life's not fair
Not likely I'll ever be a king
But maybe you I have somehow found

If you only did know what could be
You might share a silent prayer
Of love more than a fling
That forever might resound

I know that I am not free
though my emotions are laid bare
And I've lost some youthful spring
I found you a woman so profound

But you confronted me
To know just how I care
When I spoke you didn't like the ring
And shut your heart firmly down

I would have let it be
This emotion so rare
I was content to hear you sing
To think of your weary eyes brown

But now I feel I must flee
and hide my dispair
my wounds reopened by your unintended sting
I'm just a lonely clown
Tears in his greaspainted smile


2008 © James T. Adair