I saw you walk away one day
It seemed so subtle at the start
But I could see that in your eyes
A phantom dream tugged at your heart.
While spring was young and innocent
We danced together in the rain
Time had so little meaning then
Did not that phantom call in vain?
But love built castles in the sand
No wave could wipe its memory clean
Except that through the setting sun
The phantom's shadow could be seen.
The winter's breeze began to blow
Its blazing embers once so bright
Refused the warmth of its embrace
And chose the phantom's foolish flight.
But dreams are never true to life
And phantoms only follow dreams
So lets wake up to life's new day
And drink from Love's eternal springs.
--B. Pent
3 comments:
I must have got my love for "haunting" themes from you, Dad. :-) I like the imagery.
Papa, that is absolutely beautiful! You rival Lord Byron's talent for writing bewitchingly melancholy poetry. I think you just keep getting better at writing all the time, Papa, though you can't really get more wonderful than you are. I love you!!
Mmm, so true, thank you for the kind reminder. :)
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