| Seems like all I ever wanted, Never came to be. You're all I ever wanted, Yet you never needed me. Sexy dresses and sultry shirts, High, high heels and short, short skirts, But none of it ever worked. Champagne and Caviar, Even Budwieser in the back of your car. Lemonade and turkey sandwiches And a picnic at the park. But nothing, Nothing of me can compare to her, This goddess in your head, Oh yes! This goddess in your bed! Queen of your desire, Your true love and endless fire. And then I, The one of whom you so easily tired, Now no more than a brief memory, A pleasant thought, But so easily forgot. That's not what I wanted to be! I wished to be your desire, Your endless fire! I was your Queen, Was to take you higher, Than you ever would aspire. Reach out, Catch the moment as it tiptoes by, Fleeting seconds like sand in the hour glass slide. Remembering when you loved me, But those are years gone by, Seconds gone now like fiery footed steeds, All to brief in their passing, Yet seeming so long in the instant of their being, Are now but hallowed memories, Of days we once knew, Now lacking of the feelings, And bereft of the thoughts, Yet are still as beautiful in their simplicity, And never to be forgot. Fleet footed steeds Swifter still now, With your hands on the reins, Pounding down the stretch, Always at least a nose ahead. This is how a champion is made, These were once your dreams, Now made true, Through years of work, Yet for you, It was never that. For you, It was the love you courted, The favor of which you won, And in doing so, You also won our hearts, And filled our heads, With dreams once yours, Now made new, With promises of their own for us. You live on forever in our hearts, And in the legends you have made, All in all, A dream come true. In loving memory of Jonathan Kiser Sometimes, When I look in the mirror, I can see you staring back at me, My face reflected in yours, And I see the trace of pain in my own, Mimicked perfectly back to me. Even though it is a shadow of you, It seems as though you're here. Isn't it amazing? Even after all these long years, I can remember your scent, And the way you feel. And a touch upon my arm, Can still trigger the memory of a day so long ago, When you still wanted me. |