The Fence

THE FENCE Somewhere in my constant thought of you the vagrant dream that comes but never goes, are secrets of the past I never knew and things about your life nobody knows. You are the spark of life, reflected by the very heart of everything you are, the silver lining of a troubled sky so close at hand, and yet so very far. Out of a mist you showed up misty eyed and have become the driving force of me, I wonder at the many times you've cried for reason that the heart can never see. And might I say, I'd love you, would I dare, when diffferences between us are so great, when I am here, and you are over there, and fences are between us, with no gate? All through the night, and all through every day I picture you, and sometimes speak your name and have resolved myself to go the way of never having you forever. All the same. The sorrow of departure, close at hand, when we will lock our eyes for one last time, and I will never come to understand just why I love you so; my heart's big cime. In parting, I have tried to let you know perhaps to ease the pain of loving you, but this is something that will never go though you will be a part of everything I ever do. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet