This is a poem about unrequited love that is finally sweetly surrendered to the seeker. |
Here I go Again Here I go again trying to capture Love, To fetter it within my heart just like an encaged dove. Clumsily I reach for it, and rapid wings take flight. It's departure my chagrin, I fear my lurch gave fright. Alas, I wait and hope again, praying it will return, And when I think it never will, here comes this thing I yearn. Oh, this time I'll be more careful, more tender, more refined. I'll captivate this restless beast and so I'll make it mine. Closer it came to me this time, I thought I had its trust, But then it soared into the sky and left me in the dust. I watched it go where my arms couldn't reach, my eyes amist with tears, And resigned myself to wait again; my days so dark, so drear. Time stood still in the arms of forever, how long I know not exact. That's when this thing, elusive and coy, lit stealthily at my back. Walloped! Elated! Thrilled! All and more was I. But I feigned aloof not to frighten it away, my repose gave reason to fly. I had tried and failed a time too many, my heart could not bear the weight. I surrendered my hopes and dreams of love; a broken heart as my fate. Pain became my closest friend, always and faithfully around. No more did my eyes seek out the sky, they stayed upon the ground. I chanced upon a penny there and reckoned with the notion, That I should wish upon my luck and cast it in the ocean. I drew my arm a distance back and flung the coin to sea. The prayer I prayed was to behold the beauty that was me. I saw the blooming flowers there and reveled in their calm, Their radiant hues and graceful sway gave healing to my qualm. I watched the butterflies light there, amidst the Ladies Dancing, Debauchery should be their shame the way they were romancing! And then I saw to my surprise a sight so pure and sweet The thing I craved so desperately perched meekly at my feet My heart did flutter as I pondered the truth, I might be hurt yet again. But in spite of this I reached out and Love ate right from my hand. |