What We Had Was Only a Tale

Here’s to a love that never existed!
And to the departing you insisted,
Let me give in to all I’ve resisted
It is true through our frivolous trail
Our lives were but a tale;
Though if I hadn’t thought of it
Pure hearts indefinite,
Not mattering even then,
Would I ever believe again?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale

I’m lost within a dream never dreamt
Inside a slumber never slept,
And I caress the intricate design
Of the world I can never find
How vast! Yet still it is dying
Fading into the nadirs’ binding
As I fill the world with crying—always crying! 
Oh world! Can I ever bring myself to hold 
The warm nothing growing cold? 
Oh world! Can I not take away
The love I gave with my will today?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Timperley Avatar
January 24, 2015 at 8:23 AM
Laura, when I was a child there was a saying, still is today. If ifs and buts were apples and nuts, I'd have a stall in the market! I love a dreamer, without them we would hardly have soup. God Bless. D.
Situation Avatar
April 26, 2012 at 4:10 PM
except for the word nadirs' i could have writen this. it has that something special that kept my attention. ART i too think that poerty should have something that everyone can share; beauty if not something to think about.
Mac Donald Avatar
April 24, 2012 at 9:40 AM
A sorrowful 'tale', Laura. Well written and flows very well, yet it makes me feel sad for you.:( "We never win, we never fail", still must have been heart wrenching. Okay, I'll stop! Best wishes, Mikki
Grundy Avatar
April 9, 2012 at 4:31 PM
Inspirational!
Smith Avatar
March 23, 2012 at 3:16 PM
Very compelling, thought provoking as you allow this read to see inside your life. Many great writers are rare here on this site. it is always a treasure to find another talent such as yours here. Thank you for sharing a piece of you.
Horsman Avatar
March 23, 2012 at 9:44 AM
So sad and profound, yet a wonderful poem with it's deep feeling in every word. Just beautiful Laura. harry
Kearley Avatar
March 22, 2012 at 2:00 PM
Oh! you wrenched my heart with this one...Your going to have to help me with the nadirs' binding thou? Ha ha ha..thanks again for your comments. :o)
Effendi Avatar
March 22, 2012 at 2:39 AM
You write like a Grand Master in poetry, madame, and you've treated us with yet another master piece of yours. Keep it up.
Ober Avatar
March 20, 2012 at 5:41 PM
I love this. Your style reminds me of poetry from the Romantic period. "I'm lost within a dream never dreamt" - What a powerful line! Very well done :) (Also, thank you for your kind comment on my poem!)
Austin Avatar
March 20, 2012 at 2:43 PM
Possibly the only way to look at life. I Like this one, Laura, It skirts the edge of sorrow without becoming outright tragedy. Thanks for reading my stuff. Love, daver
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March 18, 2012 at 1:34 AM
heartfelt and profound. beautiful rhymes too! thanks for stopping by Laura
Novotny Avatar
March 16, 2012 at 11:22 PM
"And I caress the intricate design Of the world I can never find" and "Oh world! Can I not take away The love I gave with my will today?" really speak to me. A great work, Laura. - Chuck
Wesley Avatar
March 16, 2012 at 8:32 AM
Beautiful way you express the sadness of something that never was Laura. This one touches the inner self; a special one to be read again and again.
Sitar Avatar
March 16, 2012 at 8:14 AM
I’m lost within a dream never dreamt. So beautiful poem and I enjoy reading this all day.
Kalonge Avatar
March 15, 2012 at 3:15 PM
This is beautiful! feeling inspired right now! Thank you for sharing your words
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