With new eyes I look about
And feel as if I only look upon a heavy encompassing fog
And expansive cloudy skies.
Indeed these visuals before me are strange -
As they seem to be foreign in every aspect.
As the sun sets this evening
I wonder if this is the dawn of a new beginning
Or the end of a chapter I have so long read....
Or even perhaps both.
Who may chance to know how these moments will pass
When in one moment the ground moves beneath my feet
And in other instances,
I am compelled to smile at bittersweet memories.
Perhaps this will be a neverending night
But perhaps morning will come to me
With arms wide open,
Embracing this heart and soul as it is
Without a single question asked.
Perhaps this night will not be long enough
To write all the feelings I treasure inside,
For I may be at a loss to find the appropriate words
To give life to this otherwise confused soul.
Maybe there is no end,
And maybe there is no beginning -
For love is far beyond such conventions....
And such is my love -
As it has always been.....
Completely pure and innocent,
And such it will remain always.
No amount of heartache or pain
Nor these distances can alter such a feeling.
As my pen slides to a rest
I simply try to leave behind a legacy
That will only bring to mind happy memories
And a fondness much as I feel for you at this particular moment.