I went back again,
as I lay still
through to times past
and years almost forgotten.
That place has beckoned
where my thoughts come alive
and my fears meet
where I first knew you
and life was not a dream.
Have I romanticized you?
Have I still lived in you?
Have I things still to see?
Have I knowledge yet to gain?
I think not!
as our paths shall never cross
not for fear,
or by choice
but by the natural order of things.
Your time is past
and this you know
to draw me back
is what is strange.
You are but a fading memory
yet you are reality
always changing
yet the same.
You feed on me
yet feed me
you come alive at will
yet I give you life……..
In this I’m puzzled
with you I’m saddled
to let go……
is it yours or mine?