William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Free verse

The Final Act

The final Act ?

The curtain must fall, my love must take flight,
slip onto the wings of history and be carried aloft,
onto the pages of a book that can never be written,
therefore, never to be read – history, realizations buried, 
that love, in histories eyes, was never a reality,
just a dream, the imagination that fades not from view.
The view of life’s journey, the view of the mind’s eye,
the view of this heart , the view from these old eyes.

Memory, the eyes from which history speaks.
History, the voice – a reality !, -  not the dream.
Dreams, the imagination that gives life
to slowly dyeing feelings, emotions
that will not ignite your heart, nor the embers of love.
Your love, but ashes blown by the winds
of discontentment, disillusionment, of none fulfillment.

B. J. “A” 2
October 2nd 2008

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Susan Palli April 27, 2013 at 2:54 AM Oh so sad. Good write William J. Jr. Atfield April 27, 2013 at 10:19 AM Good Morning Susan : Thank you for the compliment Susan, and for reading my stuff. Yes it is “ Oh so sad. ” to have to encounter a woman ( fall for her ) who’s life’s experiences have closed in on her and have locked the doors behind which she hides, never letting in a true love, only the kind that, inevitably, adds insult to injury . As I read, – great writings by the way – you seem to be a very religious Lady, steeped in your beliefs and convictions ? B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )