Monday, September 19, 2005
so I remembered my dream... I remember the way he said "I love you" I can almost hear it aloud in my mind while I sit here now and write this down... that subtle Irish lilt... and a hint of sadness he begged me to stay on in town for a spell I'd already lingered a week or two too long and it was beginning to feel like roots and for some ~ roots ground and stabilize through the winds and rain of life but for me they are naught but a tangled trap a spider web vast attempting to keep me on for too long ... it's too much like ties and I remember the look of love and sorrow in his eyes another season and he'd have his harvest and enough of what he thought he'd need to come and travel along with me but who waits for the land when they long to touch the sky... as I ever, always do... and it seems the only response I know to say to words of love is goodbye... and I ... always do we met for one last night in the tavern where we'd locked eyes for the first time with songs and a fireplace bright he bought me my share of ale and I bedded him as I'd intended anyway with or without the drink and whether or not I would stay I saw something in his eyes I'd never seen in a man and I mistakenly thought I'd stumble across the likes of one like him again... I did not. I traded a house and a field and any hope of family or a stable life for the woods and the roads a verse, a song and my ever restless wandering spirit. I don't questions choices I make once all is done whether to go or stay I'll always move on I don't regret the loves I've left along the way but there was one that almost made me stay He said "I love you" and from his lips those sacred words fell with such passion they sounded as if they'd been stolen from an epic tale of battle and romance and glory something about him and the way he made his claim sounded as if it had never been said before and would never be said again to another but could I be a lover to one who needed solid ground beneath his feet at the end of the day a warm place to sleep I need the ships, I need the waves I need the forest, the fields a brand new place whenever I desire a different tavern a different fire endless adventures for stories and verses but sometimes... my heart... it curses my restless spirit that could not stop along the way wait a little longer and stay with a man who said "I love you" the way I would never hear again... and it took me a life time to realize that I would forever be in love with him. Charity 5:55 AM
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