I was a dreamer
deep within the forest fall
amongst the dying leaves
drifting . . .
in and out of sleep, again and again
on lyrical and then, discordant cords
that slowly crumbled
and blew away on golden warm winds –
just as ashen breezes flutter branches bare,
as white winter approaches
until, at last, a lovely harmonious
peace – fell upon me . . . completely . . .
and, at that instant, you appeared,
your head tilted with that kind, quizzical smile
you only wear for me – and I
named that moment, Happily Ever After –
for really, I could have died in your arms
right then and there,
and my last words would have been:
. . . and they lived, Happily Ever After.
note: If there is one thing that I have learned about relationships (and I am speaking here about all long-long term relationships that stay good) is that – if you can let it go (if it can be let go of – and often, alas, it cannot, and I really do get that) but if you can let it go . . . the crummy stuff tends to blow away.
photo: In Golden Warm Winds – W. Bourke
© 2014 Wendy Bourke