By the acacia trees I wait
and pray to see your face again.
I want to let you know
how much I care,
how much I think of you,
And it’s okay, it really is,
that life has shown its truth.
That “we” are just a dream
Our minds are free to wander
through the meadows and savannas we created.
Our bodies cannot follow,
our lips may never touch,
our eyes may never lock,
our silence may not speak the way it did before…
Though in this plane, they do,
and how they do…
Am I obsessed?
I wouldn’t know
it doesn’t seem to matter anymore
I know what is
and what is not.
I choose to make this my escape –
a wonderland I may revisit as I please,
a happy place to put my heart at ease.
A mother smiles
as she runs through memories of her child
An old man laughs
as he remembers
how relentlessly he sought the joys of youth.
So do I relive the past,
without regrets or sorrows.
There really is no need for pain
are nothing more than proof
of change and growth.
Featured image | Acacia | timeflicks | Flickr
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