Was it not for love

what can I say, time heals

Was it not for love, that when he took my hand

Time held its breath

As if the world slowed while our fingers entwined

There we lived our lives in that blink of what seemed like eternity

making plans, making love, making a home, a family, a life,

dreams became my truth, my reality

there we stayed

until time exhaled

and was it not for love, that when he turned and walked away

Time would again hold its breath

And the eternity I so longed for would become my curse

I would have died a million times in that indescribable pain

These eyes would have blackened with the chaos in my heart

Nightmares my truth, my reality

There I stayed

Until time was no longer my master

And if it was not for love...I would not have found the time

To love again.

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

from afar you reach across the 'spanse of space and time. from afar you pierce as only you can pierce. but for the repetition of the experience i would not credit the likelihood or probability of such accuracy of approximation, such uncanny coincidence. another's experiential thought articulation so paralleling my own life and travails. of course the easy explanation comes readily, one who writes in the vein of truth and the path of most communality can't help but voice universal reality as personal tribute...

but then that my PJ has ever been your lot. To so concisely speak for so many of us, and perform the task with unfailingly germane and aesthetic candor. the pleasure of reading you again is like the familiar bouquet of a favorite vintage wine, rare...unique.

I have missed you and i am just glad that i found you here again. Your writing is as ethereal as angels breath.

Hopefully they just didn't dine on Italian food with a lot of garlic! haha, just teasing.

Lovely to read you again my friend! rikk