and the soul.
Your entry was like a swan, pearl-like
on a glimmering pond.
Gliding your way
into my heart as a friend
and a jewel to be treasured.
Polishing your luster so it
sparkled
with a purpose.
For I knew that you were delicate
and needed tender care.
I was there.
Time, time was never a worry
as your worth was beyond
measure
on earthly scales.
I could balance you on my hands
above the crowd,
the open mouthed audience
of praisers appraising.
With frolicking and flirtatious
spins and swirls
we used
the stage as a world of our own to shine.
They could look in
and envy
but never be a part
of our dance of love and delight.
Until I alit gracelessly
upon the hard,
cold
boards of reality.
When I brought my hands
to your cheeks
you thrust them away,
away, away.
I stumbled, and I tripped, and I cried out
in silence
for guidance and understanding,
just a touch.
I turned and walked away.
Someday
perhaps my soul may know,
you will show me
where it went.
Why I lost it,
the desire in your eyes,
it died,
no glimmer was left
to light my path
away.
Even a heart may
shatter like a fragile gem.
