The Question

Can we really go back...

The Question...

 

 

 

 

 

Gazing through memories I search for an answer,

Glimpsing a past that still draws my keen eyes,

I am restless, unsettled, still seeking the truth,

And yet on the outside my honour remains,

 

I hear your voice insistently knocking,

Its persuasive currents breaking me down,

Your whispers of love I had long forgotten,

Offering shelter against the rain,

 

You promise me much while maintaining your distance,

Raising me up as you drag me below,

A surging tide that batters my shoreline,

Eroding the walls that protect me from harm,

 

For you are my first love returned from a memory,

The one I hold dear in the depths of my heart,

But can I go back to a life long forgotten,

When all I can see is the pain it will cause,

 

I do know I want you against all the odds,

My heart craves the warmth only love can provide,

Yet still I am torn and the question remains,

Do you hold the answer or merely a dream?  

Reviews

[Ruth Y. Nott]

To be in love with love, to have memories of sweet togetherness, or regrets of possibilities unfulfilled... Now that's the stuff poetry is made of! This is lovely. Thanks for posting it.

[Lydia Shutter]

Wonderful metaphor here. Past loves never really leave us. They stay in the psyche decorating the walls and sparking the imagination with inspiration from time to time. So gentle and soft...the emotions here are exquisite. Lydia

[Murphy]

This is beautiful... as you gently explore the possibilities, the unsettling question remains...
"do you hold the answer or merely a dream?"
the last stanza is definitely my favorite... very nicely written... an enjoyable read.

[Rain]

For reasons known, this piece entered softly, and left softly. Is what we remember loved , because it wasn't complete, or is the memory what we love ? I have a love like that. I swore no-one, or nothing could ever replace the sacred spot I held. After thirty five years she looked me up. It was devastating to me. After "all" these years, she still felt the pain of me letting her drive a way. We were suppose to get married. It was just understood, but it didn't turn out that way.
You piece is haunting, it has an uncompleteness...like there's something waiting to be done. It is so easy to fall in love with love. No love can compete against it. It's new, electric, beyond passionate. For me, I wished I would have just kept the memory and never met,again. But for you...I don't know. I''m jealous!! hee hee. Just a beautifully written reflection of the past. Love, Rain..