Frayed Feisty Threads - Book IV

through time and space

This image I have of you
Floats eerily in my dreams at night
Bringing tenderness and warmth
Teasing and real, it haunts my sight.

Warm sensuous embrace, lovingly entwined
Reflectively, you touch my heart, my mind
With well-timed “Darlin’ ” phrases
And errant thoughts murmured in rhyme.
A connection felt through space and time.

Once more you invade my thoughts and dreams
Leaving me helpless and lost - it seems
You are a fantasy, but then email you write-
Love’s siren beckons in the dead of night.

Too real, too strong to be a dream.
I can’t and won’t let go;
Yours is the hook I always bite
And you reel me in with all your might.
You think I am your catch – I flee-
Because I’m not caught – you’ve set me free.

Where are the words, the phrases,
To pen the turbulence I feel
For this one lost and longtime love
That to my soul appeals?
Stuck in time of yesteryear
I struggle against its ties
To float anew back to your arms,
That memory still abides
Within my heart and remains strong;
Where or where are the scribes?

To dream of love and wanting you
Is foreign but contentedly familiar.
From yesteryear to now, love's stream flows
Its rush of feelings, timeless, emotional,
What should the scribes write now?

Draw a cloud to hold my thoughts intense
And emotions defined by your presence.
Unbidden in my mind – you emerge
Ethereal, handsome, blue eyes and tall.
Intelligent, witty, with sharp recall,
Caring, endearing and sweet to all.
On my pedestal you unknowing reside.
What say you now my erstwhile scribes?

Perhaps on the pedestal you’ll remain
For love is more than this.
It is commitment to see it through
It is not hit or miss.
Where is the wisdom scribes possess?
I truly need it now.
Not for love or tenderness
Seeds for love’s end to sow.

But if you walked right through my gate
And down the path to me,
I doubt I’d turn you ere away
Nor would I ever try to flee.
Valiantly I will muster words,
To keep my heart in check.
I’d wrest you from my pedestal to earth
To steal your heart for my own happiness.

I wish you love always my friend,
But doubt you will seek mine.
If I hear your sweet and tender “Darlin’”,
I'll recall you loved me once upon a time-
From cobwebbed depths, my soul will smile,
Still ruefully I'll close this chapter with a sigh,
Though my heart is rendered silent by the tears I cry.

4/20/2016, revised 10/28/2016


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