A toast

the heat was burning

like flares inside

as we danced, turning

around, into each other

the sky was still too young

the sun yet to uncover

the light within its flame

your love a remembering

and mine without a name

raise another glass

one for every dream we've had

each wave that crashed, foreboding

its salt on rock eroding

until it all came down

we fought and sought surrender

purple hearts bruised and tender

through battles that were never fair

yet we craved them more than air

when you came near

I went far

when you rushed in

I paused

we had our eyes closed for so long

we may as well've been blind

as we dug into the shadows

afraid of what we'd find

so raise another glass

one for every dance we spun

to a past long lost

and a love worth any cost

until it all came down

Reviews

[Cortez]

A Toast. Remembering. Grateful for her. Wanting to dream but, reality difficulties revel their outcome. Angry but, still in love, unrelenting. Want to come close but, afraid of opening self. Toast to good times remembered but, ended. A relationship that was.

[Starling]

Thank you so much. Love always finds a way to confront you with yourself - good or bad.

[Pryde Foltz]

we fought and sought surrender
purple hearts bruised and tender
through battles that were never fair
yet we craved them more than air

Wonderful poem celebrating the act of remembering and being fortunate enough to have much to remember. Fantastic:)

[Starling]

Thank you for the kind words!!

[FJ Davis]

Toast reflecting melancholy reverie.
A lovely and profoundly perceptive poem, Starling.
Sadly, it is the "lost loves" that never seem to stay lost.

[Starling]

Thank you, FJ! Melancholic yet celebratory. It's a cliché but I love that love is never really lost :)