I know the color of your eyes.
You told me, remember?
Know, my Beautiful One,
that I lied to only make you smile.
That I lied as to them being blue.
They are ocean green my Lovely,
The color of the shoreless Sea.
It was a year and day after meeting you first,
meeting you first that very first time.
That first time I laid eyes upon you;
You and your chestnut flowing hair
in the autumn shadowed trail
through the Fairhaven trees.
I was warned in advance
not to fall in love with you.
I was warned in advance...
that you were drawing near,
that you...were a great beauty
of legend-like pose,
of paused breath.
of singularity.
Darling know,
even in a world of free will,
there is nothing I could do.
nothing I could have done
save for what I did
in that briefest moment
when I saw you first.
A year and a day.
It was almost then and you were raking leaves
by the side of the Big Yellow House.
I was there moving in and stepped round from the car.
You were raking leaves with the Autumn.
The Autumn stirring about you
fading leaves brilliant, scattered all about
and the wind the softest movement in your hair.
The wind the softest movement
as all movement to mine eyes
had ceased.
A year and a day
and I must tell of it.
There is no forgetting,
No refuge.
There is no healing distract.
You lingered, close at hand.
Your voice slowing time.
Your lips speaking petals
in that state you could cast
to cloak all time as hanging still.
You stood forest quiet.
Your stance, statued,
waiting for me
to accept
that softest invitation
to lean in...
I hesitate even to rethink,
lest I lose yet another of so many years spent,
spent silver shadow chained
by lingered remembering,
by self-calculated, soulful, regret.
...a kiss.
A First kiss.
An Elysian kiss.
a kiss so beautiful,
so dismissing of all things past,
so construing of that which would be the new measure,
the forever measure against which
any claiming beauty
yet to come
would needs be compared eternally.
I will not describe it here.
That kiss so beautiful,
so awakening of my life;
It haunts my ageless mind.
It is really just too
heartbreakingly lovely
to use words at all to tell.
So only this I will say
in the quiet
of my unnumbered,
ending years...
Beautiful One.
Be it a day,
a year,
a long life's stretch
without.
It's always You.
You told me, remember?
Know, my Beautiful One,
that I lied to only make you smile.
That I lied as to them being blue.
They are ocean green my Lovely,
The color of the shoreless Sea.
It was a year and day after meeting you first,
meeting you first that very first time.
That first time I laid eyes upon you;
You and your chestnut flowing hair
in the autumn shadowed trail
through the Fairhaven trees.
I was warned in advance
not to fall in love with you.
I was warned in advance...
that you were drawing near,
that you...were a great beauty
of legend-like pose,
of paused breath.
of singularity.
Darling know,
even in a world of free will,
there is nothing I could do.
nothing I could have done
save for what I did
in that briefest moment
when I saw you first.
A year and a day.
It was almost then and you were raking leaves
by the side of the Big Yellow House.
I was there moving in and stepped round from the car.
You were raking leaves with the Autumn.
The Autumn stirring about you
fading leaves brilliant, scattered all about
and the wind the softest movement in your hair.
The wind the softest movement
as all movement to mine eyes
had ceased.
A year and a day
and I must tell of it.
There is no forgetting,
No refuge.
There is no healing distract.
You lingered, close at hand.
Your voice slowing time.
Your lips speaking petals
in that state you could cast
to cloak all time as hanging still.
You stood forest quiet.
Your stance, statued,
waiting for me
to accept
that softest invitation
to lean in...
I hesitate even to rethink,
lest I lose yet another of so many years spent,
spent silver shadow chained
by lingered remembering,
by self-calculated, soulful, regret.
...a kiss.
A First kiss.
An Elysian kiss.
a kiss so beautiful,
so dismissing of all things past,
so construing of that which would be the new measure,
the forever measure against which
any claiming beauty
yet to come
would needs be compared eternally.
I will not describe it here.
That kiss so beautiful,
so awakening of my life;
It haunts my ageless mind.
It is really just too
heartbreakingly lovely
to use words at all to tell.
So only this I will say
in the quiet
of my unnumbered,
ending years...
Beautiful One.
Be it a day,
a year,
a long life's stretch
without.
It's always You.
