These travels have encompassed so many miles,
so many days of my life, a vast multitude of years,
And, I must confess, there have been times I’ve quit,
I have given in, have succumbed to my fears.
You were but the figment of an imagination — mine,
you were a goddess never to exist for mortal man,
For you were legendary to me, lived in my mind alone,
as I asked you to be more than any woman can.
These days of my life, all of my experiences, told me so,
as did other persons, as did logic, as did my sanity,
For a dream such as you I so foolishly concocted
could be only the extension of a man’s false vanity.
There cannot be, ever, even one other person
whom is willing, happy, and able to give without end
For no return or reward beyond receiving
exactly that, in kind, from me — her best friend.
I have never known you, I could not describe you,
have always come to a loss when asked of your name,
Knew not your features, nor of your dimensions,
could not relate the reason you merited such acclaim.
I saw your smile, glimpsed those soft eyes, and
heard your lilting voice — but, it was a dream,
For these were happenstance viewings in the lonely mind
of a man refusing to accept all is not as it would seem.
Yet, now, I can hear you, although you’re yet indistinct,
and I’ve sensed as you’ve rushed past me in the wind,
The one blown in the gale of life’s confusions only,
it seems, to slow your progress as you begin circling in.
I am nearing you, my Angel, as you are drawing nigh,
I feel your presence, now can know you are at hand,
And the surge of an excitement I cannot contain
becomes near more than my soul might withstand.
Your warmth has begun, but only in part,
to sooth me as I bask in it’s glow,
Radiating from a love of far greater depth
than any other person ever shall know.
You are so close I can almost touch you but,
always and forever elusive, you once again slide away,
Leaving me, now different than ever before, to know
we are, at last, approaching our beginning day.
I have sought you, woman, for these endless years,
throughout the eons to encompass all past time,
Through lifetimes, many, in our continued reincarnations,
to achieve the day wherein you’ll become mine.
I have beseeched the skies, asked God to show you
just once, to me, so I might rest
In my wisdom, knowing, ‘though you are not possible,
I truly will soon find you, “She”, “She” whom is best.
The clouds of doubt obscure you still, my love,
as do these many memories veil your beautiful face,
Leaving you, as you skirt the edges of my perception,
finally almost, but not quite, in place.
I have bided my time forever, now cannot wait even a day,
but will retain still yet a patient posture in our vigil
Drawing the comfort needed from the newborn sensation
of your arrival, soon, as we both now know you will.
I pledge to you, my woman of many lifetimes, my goddess,
a happiness, a serenity as has ne’er afore been known,
That began for you, for me, for us, those long ago days
past in my heart and from then has ever after grown.
I avow to you my devotion, all my attentions,
and my love for I am your forever friend,
For I swear and attest to you, sweet love, from that day
I find you, our Nirvana shall be without end.
As but my gifts to be placed at the feet of a goddess
I give to you my being, all I am and ever shall be,
To a vision whom has eluded me, albeit not her wishes,
endlessly, for all of eternity.
I give to you an incredible strength
only made mine as it is drawn from you
To guard us, protect us, and carry us to the end of time,
until the span called forever is through.
I shan’t desert you, this love ne’er will abate,
but, rather, shall increase tenfold each passing day,
‘Til the point in time all but God have forgotten
shall be, and beyond that time, my love, I shall stay.
Please my love, I pray, I do now beseech you,
show yourself to me — do it soon, give me a sign
To end this pain of my near eternal waiting
until the day I am yours, when you are mine.
You shall have all freedoms, yet I shall hold you tight,
giving more to you than you can ever give to me,
While you will, I know, do that and more in return
as we shall become, endlessly, as we are meant to be.
GUILLAME 28 SEPT 90
I’m just sayin’.
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