First Night: Love

This piece is dedicated to the memory of Percy Sledge, 1940-2015; Also dedicated to my most beautiful wife, Dee, and the night we met

First Night: Love

 

The night was angelic, though neither had seen

The threshold about to be bridged.

The smoke rings encircled the harsh bar room lights;

Our eyesight, by liquor, was singed to the point

Of ambrosia, nectar of gods

Glowing bright.

 

Our blurry eyes met, ‘cross the proverbial room,

The lightning bolt shock made the star-crossed

Encounter hasten the flowers to bloom;

The lost time tripped slowly, the clock rang ‘hello,’

For two broken puppets’ incentive to grow

Into lovers ensconced in a love they had lost.

 

Their previous loves had both crashed on the rocks

Barely surviving the wounds they sustained,

While licking these wounds they had both ascertained

That the risk of enduring another such pain

Resembled a cloud made of blocks;

Remembering the clock and the time that remained.

 

Their time had arrived and they both took that leap

Over heaps of self-doubt and the pain wrapped up in

The ghosts of their dismal dark pasts.

Their joint lots had been cast for a new

Day to begin,

Enabling their new love, enabling love’s sleep.

 

dan © 2015

Music: "When a Man Loves a Woman," by Percy Sledge

 

Author's Note

Reviews

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I love it, Dan :) I'm so glad to know you have found your hope and heart to sing. blessings to you both

[dan]

Thank you, lynn. It's almost impossible to believe my luck that night some 23 years ago; seems like last week, I'm a very lucky man. take care...dan