Found some poetry I wrote 30+ years ago

[ashling]

Now the Night

Now the night -
endless,
cold,
unfeeling -
obscures all but my memories of you.

God how I miss you
how I need your nearness -
for just your presence
warms me.

I look up
seeking to drift -
once again -
into the deepness
of your eyes

But you are not there -
and as I look up
I realize
I am alone
... crying in the night

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So they say (7-7-79)

Time heals, so they say,
those wounds,
those marks,
those scars
left when love is gone

I suppose its true -
and so I pray
that My shattered heart,
my aching soul
in its heavy emptiness
will again be filled

there was no fullness
no purpose
before I first saw you;
no reason before
you loved me
with a love I thought timeless-

But what is time?
A space separating what?
-love?
And what of space?
-what of love?
At least time heals
... so they say.


I met her (11-17-79

I first met her long ago:
Gazing, merely, upon her kindly face.
I never knew her, though -
A different time and place.

A time when I was very shy;
A place where I felt out of place -
And more I dare not try,
Than to gaze upon her face.

And now some years have passed,
And now my heart can see.
We meet again -
at last
... but will her heart see me.