With not a farthing that he owned,
He had lost it all to impetuousness
And greed and witches and gold.
He sought a little comfort
And that's where I came in,
Giving him my shoulder to cry on
And now and then a soulful kiss.
Not a man in this world has won something
Without before a loss
And sometimes losing everything
To a risky game of pitch and toss.
When the stars were bright in the sky
We lay gazing up hand in hand
And sometimes he did hurt me
Even though he knew where it would land.
I don't know if he was serious
When he gave me one of his playful hugs
But at night when I am dozing
I dreamt of him as my pug.
In the sunshine I sought him,
In the cold we broke bread
Even though he was scared, petrified,
Not knowing where he would tread.
I saw the beauty in his vision
And my heart with no reason,
Scathed a bit but I endured
Casting off for his love all sin
Seeing him as veritable whole.
I knew in my heart that I risked nothing
Actually, myself being one with secret dreams
And pursestrings that could scream
Bloody murder! Bloody curb the streams!
Sometimes I was successful
In making him feel like the whole man
That I saw, sometimes I faltered,
Not knowing which path to follow.
These days as he is winning
He remembers me well
As the girl who gave him courage
And who would never kiss and tell.
For where a deep respect is sown
There will sprout a tree of life
And poverty is not in what you don't own
And riches don't come to the blind.
There is no victory without imagination,
There is no joy without knowing sorrow,
And today's deep realisations
Pave the foundations for victories tomorrow.
There is not a trial of life
Without being in a ring of fire
And there really can be no hope in this world
Without the tests of our desires.
Today he is smiling like the lanky lad
I knew from my yesteryear
And we both know we would not have made it
Were it not for our fears.
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