An unclaimed Gift
For you, I have placed my heart on a silver plate.
You have chosen to let it die – not to be your fate.
You see me through eyes – of a missed perceived past,
hear of me, through troves of gossip – believed – that cast
me in a light of doubt, uncertainty and fears.
For me, this knowledge brings on a world of tears.
You espy me in a light filled with shadows –
From which I am unable to escape the shallows,
that drown out any desire I have to shine -
in your eyes, in your mind, make you mine.
Oh to know you in all the colours of this universe
as they come at me though a prism – the prism that is you.
To be refracted, reflected, unfettered by inhibitions.
Now that would make for a great verse
But, if only - if only you knew,
all is but traditions.
You seem to hang on so tightly to the past.
Nothing that painful should ever last!
Yet you let these passed experiences hold you back
from taking in – enjoying the full essence of each moment,
therefore, lost forever, all that could have been.
My Dear, that is cruel, it is mean!
I know, and fully realize that it is self preservation,
but no way to live - do not give – stops creation.
B. J. “A” 2
April 13th 2007