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And Find My Love Again

In the golden sunlight, by the emerald of the trees,
In the softness of the fresh grass, my true love lay with me,
I traced my tired fingers across her skin, with minutes in eternity,
Had I, in my younger days thought better, thought more clearly,
Held her closer in the shade of peace, held her closer by me,
Would she, within the golden sunlight, would she have stayed with me?
 
She with hair so soft, it would’ve made silken blankets weep,
Did we kiss so tenderly, in my small wooden bed before sleep,
With night upon us, and upon us the darkness of night,
I didn’t say a word, lost in passion, did I tell her, “It would be alright.”
Had I, in my younger days, taken breath to speak those words,
Through fog that had lifted since she has left with the seasons,
Would she, within that darkest maroon of night, still be here beside,
The long aging loneliest poet whoever encompassed the ability of sight?
 
She now lays, in forests like a gypsy queen, so far from my arms,
Where that forest is, my eyes cannot say through tears of fright,
Of a younger man’s foolish and unearthly love delights,
I now am alone, empty, like a transparent perfume bottle,
Casting rainbows into the night,
Had I, in my younger days, taken that opposite chance,
To be like a God as she was a sapphire Goddess to me,
And spoken of love as I now know, for she is cast away to eternity?
 
Had I, now old, like the oak tree that is dying by the winter frost,
Taken but one step closer to her, and she, dancing on diamond feet, to me,
Told her I loved her, and that she meant to me,
All the moments a man would ever wish for, and to me, my mind wanders,
That I hope she perhaps remembers me,
For I know what I was not,
And I know what I am,
A long lost man, searching time’s sand,
To learn how, like a baby, so unlearned and dumb, to reach out,
And find my love again...

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