Auckland New Zealand
For an old flame......
I took my thoughts and gave them to the eagle
She soared into a sky of pale blue;
From sunkissed wings, and talons bright as silver,
She cast them to the wind in search of you.
Then thunderclouds caressed them into raindrops,
That fell, and sparkled softly, like champagne;
So you would know when I was thinking of you,
My thoughts, my tears, would touch you in the rain.
Your kindness, like your smile, was given freely,
And gleaned from somewhere deep within your soul.
Your eyes, to me, were more than gold and silver,
They gave me hope and strength, and made me whole.
Though it never was to be, for us, fulfilment,
I have wondered through this dozen years or more;
Why, when your lips decreed the last instalment
Your eyes, in pastel softness, seemed unsure.
For kindred spirits, distance has no story,
And time can do no damage to their cause;
From earth’s first dawn, until its dying glory,
Their hopes and dreams entwine, as mine and yours.