Tracy McPherson, US

 

 

Free Verse   Fantasy   Both of you Full of Fire, love And passion For the other Somehow you took Different directions You never stopped Dreaming her Your Fantasy woman Your fantasy wife Through time Across miles In Your yearning You spun a web Of gossamer thread Casting loose ends That finally caught Her mind and heart Pulling her to Your world Now she stands Before you With all the Love All the Passion Her beauty still Lit by her own Fire Fear smothers your desire Your guts turn to ice You turn and run Back to your Lukewarm life As she stands there Hollow, her heart Bleeding in her hands she had always Wondered if You would ever Have the courage To make her your Wife     Abyss? Vortex?   Now in these “Golden Years” I look at what I thought Would be And all I can feel or see Is this abyss or vortex Of emptiness created By longing. I remember the Term “filled with Longing.” There is nothing filling about it. Longing is an emptiness That corrodes the soul And turns the heart Into a vortex of deep Pulsing wounded red So dark it seems black And I know why old\people live in remembrance of lost loves and spend their days in reminiscence of twinkling eyes and smiles a knock on the door spinning across the floor in an embrace of dance and love remembering a first kiss it keeps them from falling into the abyss