Memories In The Garden Poem by Thoughts of a Single Man

If I could freeze time
I would preserve and view our final night
before the road turned crooked
before you faded from my sight

The pain you left cuts too deep
our sacred connection
once so strong and pure
has been torn asunder and severed
if you could bottle all my tears
poured from the cup
of all my sorrow and my fears
I believe the sky would rain forever.

But to relive those days gone by
would surely cease my growth
so I must and I will press on
for new hope rises with the dawning sun
and warms the soul of single son.

Our memories are everlasting
so I have made you immortal in my mind
held within the image a single kiss
But now alone my mind is clear
but I can still recall you my dear
and it is you I cannot resist.

They say solitude breeds character
and creates a deeper love of self
so I see me now and know
I am the prize worth seeking
if only you could have noticed that
perhaps, just perhaps,
you would not have neglected my wealth.

I heard you call to me in my sleep last night
but I awoke and no one was there
as I spoke your name aloud in the pitch
there with trembling hand
as I attempted to navigate
the open wounds of my aching heart
and seal it with a mending stitch.

Words still held warm
in the breath of a poet's kiss.
A poet's wish.
Alone in the dark I pondered
was this a prediction of a future moment
or a goal to elusive to be perused.

Was our end written in tablets of sanded stone
or was there still a seed
left in the soil of our mating souls
waiting for the water to feed it
so our love could be renewed.

Does heart governs what the mind craves
or are they just planets of heavenly mass
in the universe of questions asked
that simply rotate and revolve
as the spirit itself reels in its innocence
and thus it slowly evolves
conceiving and believing
as it is weaving the answers I seek
yet still remaining a mystery unsolved.

Relationships are like glass.
Sometimes it is better to leave them broken
than try to cut yourself again
attempting to put them it back together
and leave the words whispered in your heart
unheard and sadly unspoken.
I have heard it said many times
that it is better to have loved and lost
than to have never loved at all.

Sometimes,
on those cold and lonely nights,
I wonder if that is really true at all.
To be your friend was all I ever wanted
to be your love was all I ever dreamed
there in the depths of my slumber
I still see you so clearly before me
as if we are reliving our glorious story
and wake to the sound of my silent screams.
Ruptured internally I bleed on ivory pages
leaving them spattered and stained
with a monument of my pain
a testament to our love now lost
left there for the viewing eyes of the world
in specked dots of blackened rain.
To forget you would be hopeless
to replace me would be senseless
for if we had but a single flower
for every thought we shared
for every thought we ever dared
there in the vast landscape
of our beating breathing field of dreams
our gardens would be endless.


Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm