Granddads Secret Love

Written by: steven cooke

Granddads’ Secret Love

The Pendulum of time is like the Pendulum of love,
Anchored in the being that is you
Your makeup tears hide the fading belle, who once danced down the Champs -elysees
But I too dwell on the past, for time has vandalised my youth too,

My mind no longer curious for what lies on the other side of the hill
Like a tree abused by the countless storms, now forgotten
I still stand; face on, to weather life’s misfortune

Vows that I have taken, died long ago,
Along with my faith
For god and I no longer speak, a shallow life I have led
My ambitions entwined in the garden and walks in the park
I thought that time would make love fade, as does the beauty of youth

But when I saw you drenched in mornings sunlight
Smelling the blossom on ball gown bushes,
For a brief moment you were young once again

I caught your eye, and memories flooded back
A strange romantic notion caught me
Like a bird who has spent his life in a cage
Suddenly freed, yet this cage I fear to abandon
But silent love is noble, and though it has taken a life time to know
 I understand, why the lover cares not for fates demise

For I have spent my life lingering in the darkness between the stars
But now I can look beyond our age for we are two well worn shoes
Comfortable and secretly loved

We are silent lovers, who have spent a life time together,
Living in our dreams and thoughts, speaking
Different silences,
 
Which say all that is needed to know?
For our souls will always listen and our hearts will always be in love.
And only you and I will know