A Lady Like Air December 1, 2009
I fell in love with an image.
She was beautiful, innocent and true.
She looked quite a bit like you.
Except for one small sorrow.
She wasn’t real, alas.
This led to more than small sorrow.
Many a tear did I cry
and many an hour did I try to understand.
Why you were the way you were.
Why you acted the way you did.
Where was the girl I had fallen in love with?
Where was Miss Beautiful, Innocent and True?
Sometimes you had her laugh.
Sometimes your eyes would sparkle just like hers.
But then after a moment, the light would fade.
A stormy cloud of sorrow would reign.
I fought against the mists.
Tried to pierce my sorrow.
Tried to pierce your sorrow.
I succeeded but recoiled aghast.
It was then that I realized
I would never find her.
She was gone forever, the girl I fell in love with,
for she had never been.
Yet every so often, a wisp,
a shade haunts my memory.
And I smile at the sweetness
of what never might have been.