Secret Places Poem by Paul Perkins

Secret Places - by Quester 2005 (copywrite 2006)

Why must I feel life
here - again?
When torrents of tears
prevail almost over;

So close to truth,
yet, we did not dare look,
We did not dare see
how little time was left,
how ill we came to be;
our love, our only best medicine -
can our love now set us free?

Tears do not heal, just are -
Eyes - misty,
steps - slower,
now uncertain;

words form to speak in a voice
never again to be sounded;

choking words so hard to say
now slip into hushed echo
near spaces we once filled;

Shadows loom in our night love
of warm summer lit memories we
barely recall
as foggy visions fail -

watching from this passing train,
the eyes of you - so familiar;
eyes glowing into blossom
of the very heart of you;

Your warmth freshly flowing,
touching secret places
only we could find;

the love I knew,
the love we knew,
held close - enigmatic,
yet so real;

In my dreams, you arrive
once more, vibrant and renewed;
in my parting, I will come
once more.... for you.