First love,
however ill-advised,
is a gift
that never comes again.
It shimmers like a dewdrop,
vanishes too soon.
We move on,
older, wiser,
chasing sparkles
dancing in our memories.
What might have been
is a potential nightmare,
but cold, hard facts
are powerless to change
our dreams of retrospective bliss.
Northern Ontario Speaks
Northern Ontario Poetry Collection
Volume 19, 2014.
In my dreams
I stand, naked, at the window,
a parched desert,
waiting for you.
We are young again,
eager to touch
and re-arrange
shimmering prisms
of passion and hope.
"As long as we have each other --"
you told me whenever thunderclouds
darkened our horizon.
As long as we had each other,
no loss was final.
In my dreams
I understand
you are still here,
wanting me,
dancing in my heart.
published in "Northern Ontario Speaks"
Northern Ontario Poetry Collection
Volume 19, 2014.
