Of Parting Ways

To the friends we leave and those who leave us. To the people we find and those who find us.

Meeting is the sweetest sorrow,

for what we have we may lose tomorrow.

Humans have such complicated hearts -

our love is fondest when we part.

Still as this parting's drawing near

I ask you that you do not fear.

If quick we grow to be the fastest friends

it will not matter if it ends.

We'll always have the memories -

the anecdotes and stories.

Come, hurry now so we can start

our journey to the day we part.

Late Evening Poem

Of grace, love and goodbyes.

Today the sun set beautifully.

Bright colors of pink

and hues of calm purple

painted my world serene.

There isn’t much I can say anymore;

no words left, no need.

The way the light

reflects in my memories

that is all I need to know.

Tells me everything

in its utter simplicity.

You’ve earned your rest,

like the sun earns the night.

Do you see?

You have nothing to prove to me,

no obligations left to the world.

When it’s time to leave,

just leave.

As I said –it’s what you’ve earned.

Leaving, parting ways, saying goodbye

I have a flair for the dramatic and my poems often reflect that. Poetry lends itself well to sad and serious subjects and who am I to defy the muses? Many of my poems are about parting ways. Either bittersweet goodbyes or spiteful divorces seem to be par for the course. It's not the only stuff I write about, but it does seem to get more than its fair share of attention. Might have something to do with my reading material...

Anyway, here's another old poem for your perusal. Think I wrote it in '05, if I'm not mistaken and I can't for the life of me remember the title, but here it is anyway. Enjoy!

The times of gold and light
when we were of one mind -
I treasure them darling,
believe nothing else,
but we need to leave them behind.

The nights we spent just talking
and the days in excited bliss -
I remember them clearly,
believe nothing else,
they are something I will miss.

But nothing can last forever
and I have a drifter’s soul -
the winds in my heart are shifting,
I can do nothing else,
but leave to make me whole.

Maybe tomorrow will be
a different story for you and me,
but today is the day
when I’ll start to drift away.

In a year you won’t know my touch
like you used to know it.
In a day I won’t speak as I once spoke.
But when you think I’ve abandoned you,
believe nothing else -
I love you and I’ve loved you
and I will love you constantly,
even when we’re drifting apart.

Wanderer

When the memories of dewdrops

are so short as to be overlooked

between a fallen tear

and an autumn leaf,

how do we judge time?

My old ways have changed,

but the new still go as newly born

and gentle fairies,

striking gold in the oddest

of circumstance and time.

Happy to be here though the Mara

still and always laughs joyfully

in offering reprieves.

It is the nature of night to be contrary.

It is the blessing of life and of time.

When the dark droplets fall unguarded

the ways of thunder feel more like home

again, I am leaving with the shifting tide.

Again I am tickled with the promise

of time.

Parting Ways -poem

Parting Ways

So we’re standing here again then,
not knowing what to say.
Has anything really changed at all?
We age a year and live a day.

Blinded by my unshed tears,
but at least this time I see.
And I guess I did wrong by you,
and I know you did wrong by me.

No longer are we star-crossed,
but still we carry on pretending;
thinking the morrow will be better,
thinking love is never-ending.

Wonder what it’s all about,
why the happiness must die?
You could never turn your back,
so I need to say Goodbye.

Guess we weren’t a fairytale after all.

Poem, No More Talking

I’d ask you for forgiveness,
but really, what is there to forgive?
If you thought that my love
was like your love,
then you were mistaken.
I always said I was a loner, didn’t I?

I’d ask you to respect my choice,
but really, what was in the choosing?
I never chose the life I lead, it chose me.
I’d ask you to remember
all the good times with the bad.
But it’s not up to me to decide
what you think of me,
from now on.
As it wasn’t in the past.
I always said we must make our own way, didn’t I?

I’d ask you not to cry.
I’d ask you not to lie.
I’d ask you not to curse me.
I’d ask you to -please try.
But nothing I ask will take these words
and change them from Goodbye.
Though I said I’d always love you, didn’t I?