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Never the Same
by Alisa Jsand in the quietness of an evening's sigh
when a whisper could be construed as yelling,
do your thoughts turn
my way,
or, am I just a romantic fool
caught up in my own serial delusion
skipping to the sound of this music in my head,
over and over and over again ...
when the roar of the evening rush breaks the sound of speed
and joyous laughter rings loud in a crowded restaurant,
glancing at the couple there, in the next booth
do you think of me?
or am I just a convenient memory tucked inside
a faithless heart,
here when you need
always expectantly
we walk forward in time, always forward
nearer each day to our allotted departure,
will we have a reason to know this gift of us
before the sun fails to rise
on that not too distant shore
and we sail to parts unknown
never to return, never the same
as the midnight drift sifts our name... 04/18/2009 Posted on 04/19/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 04/19/09 at 04:03 PM Very interesting and unique imagery. I like it very much. My favorite lines are the last 3:
"and we sail to parts unknown
never to return, never the same
as the midnight drift sifts our name..."
Very cool stuff.....thanks for sharing.
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| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/19/09 at 07:38 PM Very nice write Alisa. But I think all romantics think like that. Men hold doors, women amile silently with that gleam in our dream and we think somewhere the sun shines and the clouds sing. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 04/21/09 at 05:17 AM I like the line "the gift of us"....do you mind if I use that as inspiration to write something? I feel a sweet longing for the romantic possibilities here...really lovely...Namaste MFS |
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