In the Final Analysis

In the final Analysis Destiny !, – she seems desperately to want to shut the gate. She has been fencing in her garden – locked out, is this my fate ? She has been offered opportunities to know me and my dreams but nothing of my desires does she want, or want to know, it seems. I’d love to see the sun setting, reflected in her autumn green eyes, to lay with, the night long, to become conscious at dawn, to the sun rise from her beautiful face, feel the warmth – suppressed – it could bring to this aching heart, this alone soul, - my world – that makes me sing. The pain, the heartache, much to great !, to live with this desire to live with the direction it has been heading – ashes from the fire is what I feel – for I cannot, will not pay for what is not meant for me. The price is too high to pay for a foundation meagre, to high the fee for a blank canvas, a painting without images – really – as I see it, from these eyes, blinded, in what does not come from the heart. Expectations, trivial matters, - pursuit of – is no place to start a journey, an adventure down the rocky road of life, in life’s cart. B. J. “A ” 2 January 23rd 2007