Poetry. Old Envelopes, 35. #0456

--You look at me as if you'd found
the answer to your prayer.
You do not see how I am bound
nor for you how I care.
It was some years ago we met
when youth was free air,
And now responsibility
a growing pain, a dare.

I thought you were my answer then
but you had not the sight.
As freedom now is in my ken
to follow sound and light.
Yet still I search through now and here
for one whose dream is right,
And find of all that you are near
my wisdom in the night.

Perhaps if we had slowed our rush
and not leapt to meet out fate,
Then we might be in pastures lush
and not waiting at Life's gate.
But we may still be fortunate,
we may not be too late.
Although I am still arrogant,
I try to enjoy the wait.
<Simon.T. >
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''For all the Gods are one God, and all the Goddesses are One Goddess, and their is only one Initiator. And to every man his own truth, and the God within.''