ode to a lost love

Slipping quickly out of reach,

The dream I’d lost and barely seen.

Falling quickly as a star,

I know it not how near or far.

 

As I’d laid my head to rest,

I did not lay it on his chest.

I told him there and softly said,

Do not take me from this bed.

 

Wake me for naught,

But my true love come for me.

And all the while I did not see:

There he was watching over me.

 

And there I slept for a hundred years,

And never saw his precious tears.

It was there I started from a cry of pain,

And began to drown in all my shame.

 

For lying there across my face,

Him lying there across this space,

His pale limp hand,

He did not stand.

 

I’d heard his cry of broken love--

It woke me as the song of doves.

 It pierced me down into my soul,

To a place I’d always known.

 

This the sound for me to wake

I’d found I’d had no need to wait.

But I’d left him there in wait for me,

Only to find he could not see.

 

My heart, it pounded.

His stood still.

I knew right then while he had died,

His love for me was still alive.

 

I took my own

And met him there

I gave him all my love and care

Only to find he’d found another.