The Place

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?