Francis Meyrick


After all these Years

Posted on January 21, 2014

(woke up this morning, and, for what it’s worth, scribbled this in one sitting. True dream…)

After all these years

After all these years, I miss you still
And as if to prove Life’s captive dance
This morning in a quiet dream
You held me in an iron trance.

Still…!, after all this graceless toil
The tilling of a foreign soil
The gaining of a thousand scars
The bitterness of lonely bars
In the restive state of quiet sleep
I’m still drawn back into your keep.

I know I whispered in that dream
Fearful lest I turned to sin
And cast a pebble in the pool
And broke the only sacred rule
Haltingly, my eyes cast down
Feeling like a children’s clown
I told you with a wobbling chin
I didn’t know where to begin.

And you were kindly, soft and wise
With those understanding eyes
You placed a finger on my cry
Bidding me just bye and bye
to hold my peace and not to smash
that fragile plate of hand wrought glass.

And when I finally was woken
It was as if you just had spoken
Your presence lingered in my room
Your gentleness still in my bed
The old ring never will be broken
You live in me, my love, undead.

I think I failed you in as much
I never could return your touch
I never made the kind of man
Who really used his short life span
I wandered here and struggled there
And blew my chances everywhere.

But for all my foolish life behind
I don’t regret our lives entwined
One memory I hold aloft
I know that once my heart was soft.

After all these years, I miss you still
And as if to prove Life’s captive dance
This morning in a quiet dream
You held me in an iron trance.

F.M.


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