STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND.(Part 2)
The cruel, keen wind ceased,
The cold, iron grip on me seemed released,
“Take my arm, would that you should walk with me awhile,
And if the fancy takes me, then perhaps I may talk awhile“.
He wasn’t there before,
I had felt a draft, like the opening and closing of a door,
I couldn’t see his face,
Was it the shadows of the mist or this strange place?
We could have walked for a long time,
Though truly, it could equally have been a short time,
And he did speak after some while,
I knew somehow his truth, no deceit or guile,
Only a sentence or two, or, it could have been a book,
Persuaded me to see myself, take a long, hard look,
“Many”, he said, “Say I am illogical,
Not at all my friend, I am optimistic, metaphorical.
If you stay, you’ll have a feeling of belonging,
No more wanting or longing,
You will build a home,
Never again be alone,
On the other hand if you leave,
Only yourself will you deceive,
I have shown you all you will miss,
A whole life summed up by a long, loving, lingering kiss”.
I can’t seem to remember, when he came or when he left,
His leaving though, left me feeling somehow bereft,
His final words to me, as he faded and we drifted apart,
“I hope you have heard me, for I truly am your heart“.
Then, once again, the keen wind, chill to the bone,
Feeling of being even more alone,
Again, walking the blurred line drawn in the shifting sand,
Again……A stranger in a strange land.
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:Andrew.....xxx