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Prelude to Sorrow

Remember the little girl, who cried at night,
knowing that tomorrow would come too soon,
leaving her crying
once again?

And how about the muffled whispers,
and ALL-KNOWING smiles,
when you had to shower,
where you,
with your draped towel,
trembling,
were always
the last to leave,
after P.E.
At night
your heroes rode off into the sunset.
And the IMPOSSIBLE DREAM,
with ivory teeth,
and wind-blown hair,
was only a touch
(someone else’s)
away.
You loved your cats,
and dogs, the same;
maybe SNOW a little more.
But they all died,
or ran away,
leaving you ALONE,
again
dreading tomorrow.
Laughing,
to hide your pain,
you were
just
one of the guys
grasping
desperately
for a COME-ON glance
which never came.



You settled for less, when tomorrow came,
for dark reasons
deep inside,
and carried LIFE
three times
still laughing.

But then
BOLDLY
out of the frayed pages
of yesterdays
Pillow-Paperbacks,
with lights lowandmusic high
a DREAM was touched.

You breathed deeply,
and with your eyes
BLAZING
softly
etched your name
into the illusion
that was me,
BUT
as of yet
unrecognized.
You learned to reach,
for the unreachable,
while you were caught up in a wind
called HOPE.
You dared to need,
and became the seed
of changesdeep within.

Values change
for BOYSandMEN
as do Winter skies,
BUT
faultyou found
where there was none
AND
you saw through jealous eyes.


The warm heart
so long forlorn
and soft lipsfull of adoration
so long untouched
now belong to someone else,
YOU,
and to me.

Your POT OF GOLD
at the rainbows end
was always beyond your reach;SAFE!
BUT
the DREAM
now hoarded jealously
and
consumed by its own frailty
is becoming a barren field
GLEANED to its seeds.

“I” so LONG
for that little girl
who trembled,

ONCE UPON A TIME,

and dreamed of “spice and everything nice”,
and dreamed of being mine.

As an OAK I’ll stand
and shade your eyes
and break the blowing wind.
‘though my bark is scarred
and my limbs are bare
each Spring
I’ll rise again.

--Ted L., Adult