Charity Janisse
  • Home
  • About
  • Readings
  • Art Gallery
  • Poetry
  • Blog

I Remember The Way

9/19/2005

0 Comments

 
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
0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Picture

    Charity Janisse

    Poems I've written over the course of my life and recently.

    ​All Photos and Written Work Copyright ©2022 Charity Janisse

    Archives

    April 2022
    March 2022
    February 2022
    January 2022
    November 2021
    October 2021
    June 2021
    October 2019
    March 2019
    January 2019
    August 2018
    May 2018
    March 2018
    January 2018
    August 2017
    June 2017
    December 2016
    August 2016
    November 2015
    October 2015
    January 2015
    October 2014
    September 2014
    August 2014
    March 2014
    February 2014
    January 2014
    December 2013
    November 2013
    October 2013
    September 2013
    August 2013
    July 2013
    June 2013
    May 2013
    March 2013
    January 2013
    December 2012
    November 2012
    March 2007
    March 2006
    September 2005
    July 2005
    March 2005
    January 2005
    March 2004
    July 1994
    January 1991

    RSS Feed

Indianapolis, IN 

 All Photos & Written Work
​ Copyright ©2022 Charity Janisse 

Contact: charityjanisse11@gmail.com

  • Home
  • About
  • Readings
  • Art Gallery
  • Poetry
  • Blog