When the world was still, young, so young,
We were in love.
Lips touching, latte frothed and smiling
And in morning’s first grey of dawn
In love warmed sheets, we would wake
And I yearn for those times… those precious days
Such love we shared, for us, no other.
There could never be any other …
There never has been for me.
Leystan, just born then, Matt in his prime.
But Maven, my perfect image of you.
Was my dream, my hope, and I remember
How you saved her from the certain death I had condemned her to
And Maven lived on, for you. For she was you.
When the world was still young. And we were in love.
And I kept that dream… from when our world was still young.
But that raven black moved to your heart
Now cold, now hurtful, now hard… like jet.
Set on hurting the one that you love.
And those lips are still sweet. I know.
But gentle kisses turned to honeyed lies
And now?
My sheets are so cold with my lonely pain.
My loss burns into my brain …
No more sunshine smiles … just pain, such awful pain.
As alone I face this loss, this grief
Chilled with my rejection. Hurting. Alone.
But I share this awful guilt with you … equally
For I too, lost sight of our dreams for a time
But I kept the one dream always, I kept faith
And my hand will always be there… reaching for yours.
Yes, I faltered, but my dreams of us never died
They were my one constant, through bad times and good.
My love never faded. How could it?
Nor my love of your sleepy face.
And my memories will never fade
From when the world was still young … and we were in love.
© 2018 Stan M Rogers. All rights reserved.
