The Sadness of the Poet (page 3)

lost loves

resonating words

consoles with company

Greetings, Happeanna:

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Love this:

lost loves

resonating words

consoles with company

Looking into a ubiquitous mirror, I am reminded at

Every turn I am not the man you see, a knight whose

Shining armor is, in truth, tarnished and unreflecting.

You offer your hand with kindly eyes, but may a heart

Nourished with tales of courtly love reside as one

With a true but broken heart of flesh and blood?

You wish for what I cannot give, to you, to anyone

Who demands, however gently, that I be the man

Who never was nor ever shall be . . .

Rain, at long last, has touched both our land and my soul.

The burning sun of a protracted summer has released its hold;

I breathe in the welcome cool and damp of ground-hugging mist.

Yet, an unforeseen sadness creeps into the worn fabric of life and

Loose-hanging garments afford no warmth to my diminishing frame.

As I journey through life, I take a path not traveled by others, or so it would seem.

I reach out, sometimes in tears, more often with hope, that another sole wanderer

Will come along with me and share the journey leading to better times and places.

It is as if, however, no one hears the murmurings of a heart wishing company,

One with whom to share in Nature's wonders, to delight in what she has wrought.

I continue to meander through life's lanes untrammeled, knowing that soon you'll

Sense my unseen but real presence and happily take my hand and lift my heart.

The Sadness of the Poet