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under the starlit sky of youth Trees swaying in mid-summer breezes and childish dreams, dreamt in open fields next to crackling campfires - The dreams so different from those of adults dreams dreamt before the corruption of knowledge and maturity. When all that was needed was a kiss on the lips for a split second when that was enough when holding hands was spectacular. Before the involvement of the knowledge of lust - disguised as love Before money and power - control - became an issue to be handled (though I dreamt of him then too). Always he had a different face a different body but always the same soul, the same filler, for the void in me the second half found only in dreams. As a young girl - it didn't matter - how many people the earth could hold. The odds were not measured the odds held no worth. But always time marched on and enlightenment corrupted the soft dreams of a girl. The odds of 1 in 6 billion Learning the ways of love, lust - Learning that no matter how strong the love - to build the house and home required money, and wisdom And power to some degree. And in life, everyone has the power struggle. Many a young man tried out for the role. Auditions ranging from an hour to some years A crush to reality until the time came when dreams dreamt by little girls got lost in the middle of living. The muck and the mire have a way of dragging even the loftiest of dreams - down - to the human level. Still I dreamt of him, albeit, with a heavier heart. Changing faces and names. Losing some hope, some faith. But still always the same - something. The undefinable quality that only a great love can contain. that ability to fill that hole in me. And finally I was prepared to give up and accept. A second rate love, with a first rate lovers. When finally I was content to settle; he came charging into my life - completely unexpected. Charging to the forefront of my thoughts And for the first time, in a long, long time, the very beginning could be felt. That something was found. Still undefineable, unidentifiable, but present none the less. The fill was slowly being spooned into the void I had felt. And dreams once dreamt under summer breezes and full moons in open fields, uncorrupted. Returned - with a renewed voice. A renewed faith. Hope. Life became liveable Liveable with pleasures so far undreamt of by my girlish, young heart. Back |