This poem is not about the same woman. Let me say that from the start. This one is about another woman I met, and I think a lot of you an relate to this peice. Hope you enjoy the 2nd installment.
Time II (Scorn Again)
I can close my eyes and envision you
Not the real you
A surreal you
But unlike you
Your memory is forever unchanged
the same as it was before
Something that I can count on
To show up when the rains come
For our hearts are two worlds apart
Like the Barren Straights
You as one content
Me as the other
And your man as the ocean
And for this our souls are separated
By time
My mind fantasizes about one day
When our worlds are no longer worlds away
And the ocean no more
The space between us
Thus hand and hand
Woman to man
And a future unknown
But I have grown
To face what is
And what is not
Just a faded dream
So it seems this is the way
It was meant to be
A life and a space left empty
But a friendship born
Time has made me scorned again
Copyright 1997
