Reflection I December 8, 2009
Those were the days.
There was nothing
but my dream
and I.
How they jeered.
Hopeless,
idealistic,
romantic.
No one knew
that you had in store
such a wondrous union
for mere mortals.
I persevered then.
I endured the mocking.
I did not clearly see
the goal I was striding towards.
Nonetheless, I strode.
I strode,
one step
at a time.
One
step
after
another.
Some got bored.
Some tried seduction.
Some wrote me off as crazy.
Others just shook their heads.
The world’s changed.
Ancient notions have lost their place.
Modernize, accessorize,
realize the truth, man.
Much to their dismay,
I did.
Romance was dead, eh?
There was nothing left?
There’s no way anyone
could have written a plot like this.
All the credit is due
quite simply: to you.
Master author
maker, creator,
you knew what you did.
You knew who, what and where.
How and why?
Of course, you covered those too.
And as for her?
Well, you cared for her.
Just as
you
cared for
me.
A boy,
a girl,
in love
with each other.
Save that,
well, back then
they had
yet to meet.
Divine mystery,
author eternal.
How they jeered.
And now?
I think that
to close this poem
with a kiss
will be enough.