The End

“Long ago,
far away” -
they spoke their stories
rife with intrigue
and loyalties so steadfast and unearthly
romance, never seen before
passion, other-worldly
and love, the unending, unreachable quest
now discovered.

Thought I:
Myth! Fantasy!
You story-tellers
you torment the broken-hearted
you torture the lonely
Do you not see
what is stirred in the
solitary soul?
Vicious!
Hold out unreachable hope
unattainable love
to sell your words and
be known.
Go down
in history –
you made us want something.
You did.
You did what you intended.

But you did not expect
that I would sit
at this Italian bistro
and live your words
make them true
find myself
discover love
end your story.

Dawn

Misty, milky gray
moves over a field,
hovering
waiting to rise
as light catches dewdrops.
Though they sparkle
for a moment,
they are soon gone
with day’s full sun.

Like my heart,
when hope of tenderness
returned
has all but vanished.
Only tiny glimmers remain
on a summer morn, when
warm presses down
on cool
and droplets glisten
for a time,
but theirs is not
a long life.

And yet
the hope of light
that will last
is held out
each dusky, shadowy eve
when I feel the end
of another day
draw near, and
damp grass whispers
promises of
morning light
reflected on dewy blades.
Love will come
and I will shine again.