Memories of L B 1 Could Love Have Ever Blossomed L B 1

Memories of L B - 1 Could love have ever blossomed ? Sacrificing one’s family – ones potential life. Sacrificing my all – for a love that could never be. Sacrificing – in hindsight – for love, that, from the beginning was a lost cause – doomed – because, any love that might have existed was lost a long time ago, lost in all that life – parents – laid upon her fragile little soul, her head. Cemented it into her youthful, impressionable mind, all that in the end – from the beginning and throughout – would kill any love she had to give or could have lived, – a love that I might have known or any of the others as they moved into and out of her troubled life. – if the ghosts, from her past, she was a victim of, did not haunt every moment of her life, her nights. I do wonder ?, from time to time, about the potential, for her love to spread its wings and take flight. I do wonder ?, if the love I once felt – gave - died, and now lives in the hollowness of deaths domain, forever and ever, or is it asleep ?, in a deathless sleep, just waiting for that moment when a Princesses, kiss – of love, true love, unbagaged, unbounded love – is not but free flowing, uninhibited, devoted love that could light a fire, the flames of which carry its essence, its ability to renew, to regenerate, to resurrect love lost, to raise loves death to new heights. Loves losses, – love lost – that we have suffered through become the losses we create for ourselves as we dance the dance of aloneness, of aloofness, of fear. Wanting no more pain, we dance our last steps on feet that fade into the shadows, become dust on the wind, winds blowing away all that life could have been, if not for what life truly was – the experiences of. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I sometimes have thoughts of my brown haired, hippy chick, and wonder ?, what my beauty has done with her life, since we last met each other’s eyes, there, in Toronto, during late spring, nineteen eighty nine. Some nineteen years, without any contact, of separation since our relationship – our beautiful, but brief affair - that cost me dearly and took me six months to learn why. I wonder where we would be today ?, had I been aware then, of all that I know now - what drove her and drove me – that had me send her packing for her act of infidelity B. J. “A” 2 January 8th 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- L B - 1 Today, lives alone in Northern Ontario. A life with a wonderful scenario. A life content, ingrained in her heritage, as she has turned many a page to touch spirituality and Mother Nature, with all her heart and soul, a positive future B. J. “A” 2 June 16th 2014