It’s been a long walk
A tiresome journey
Where walls sprang up
right before my eyes
Where vines wrapped round my ankles
and thorns cut my pale skin
Where the moon sat on my shoulders,
pressing me down
and I bore all these things
I coped as best I could
until I could act out the scenes no longer
The curtain fell on that sad show one last time
and I curtseyed to the world,
making a graceful exit into freedom
Waltzing down a gilt-edged path
with daisies tickling my soft soles
and tall trees blowing in the breeze
I never believed he actually existed
nor that I’d known him an age ago!
This gentle man,
a myth, my own dream,
claiming himself to be mine
Proferring his arms to catch me
Bathing me with love and affection
Rebuilding my heart
and complementing my soul
A kindred spirit
Someone with whom I want to share
the burning fires of time
To be with, to love
I’ve found him
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