THE SONG

I wish I did not belong to you.

I would sit on the shores that you dreamt of.

Let the waves embrace my longing feet

And kiss these hands…

Walk across leaving footprints behind

Only to be washed by eager waters

But your memories will never be washed away…

In an unfinished poem, in a book unread

I have found love in your promise unkept.

I would lie on the sands in the morning sun’s warmth

And breathe the happiness of solitude

I would meet that part of me that still

Does not answer the call to my name

For they would bring me closer to the soul

The soul to which you now belong

For I once belonged to you

In an unfinished poem, in a book unread

I have felt your touch, in your promise unkept

I would walk in these woods

Filled with emptiness

Sit under the care of our elderly oak

Listen to the song of a parted lark

And remember you singing to me

For your voice sings no more

And I still belong to you

You breathe in my air, you rush through my veins

You smile in my soul

In an unfinished poem, in a book unread

I have found myself in the promise you kept…