If time could pause only to return
fond memory, the happy place
If all we needed to discern
of life at an even pace,
would our hearts be able to align
with a natural embrace, a certain peace
of mind, the sort might love be mine.
I once knew where in my soul some pain
could resonate with my state of being,
I once cried out loud to feel less plain,
to know a spiritual reckoning
could be a valid reason to somehow believe
our lives did matter that time together.
I wonder if we might know how to weave
a certain pattern, a telling notion whether
this was ever meant to be surely real,
or were we pawns in a greater scheme.
I do recall the love you gave to be surreal,
often a distant dance in distal dream.
Often when in the quiet of my own reflection,
I wish your eyes staring towards our passion.