By Exotic Hippie Queen ©06/25/17
“Midnight, a picnic under the stars, and a little wine with your lost love…
a perfect reunion or the biggest mistake of your life?”
I’ve come to the conclusion…
A perfect life is an illusion.
Desires of the heart will always win.
Like a roaming, black lab on a moonless night,
Or an invisible bird on a midnight flight,
They move quickly, unseen through the din.
A late night picnic on the forest floor…
A blanket laid open, some wine and more
The cool night air made me shiver.
In the still, green dark
Of that vast national park,
Stars hung close to the moon’s silver sliver.
Our eyes locked in perfect harmony
This reunion with cricket’s symphony,
Moonlight trickled down our faces.
And though our union did fade,
I’m glad our feelings have stayed.
Together, we weathered so many phases.
We shared long, deep conversations
Of life and abstract computations
While dragging on menthol cigarettes…
The orange glow of the tips
As they came up to our lips…
Little fireballs… with glowing regrets.
Questions arose concerning political polls,
Mega bombs and dangerous trolls
That threaten the world that we know.
Then, we began to slow dance in the misty dark
With the ghost of our past igniting the spark,
Both knowing this has nowhere to go.
So I started to say, in no particular way
That my edges are starting to fray.
Time is moving, changing, dying.
Under a cover of moving night clouds
We were talking too fast and laughing too loud
And before too long, we were crying.
Crying and laughing for all we’d been through
Remembering love and the beauty of two,
Some days, I still close my eyes…
How we tumbled together onto our bed…
The magic of you still floats in my head
On the wings of blue dragonflies.
Some things you remember,
Like snow in September,
Things you never forget, set apart
Like the comforting tick of our hallway clock,
The sound of your key in the front door lock,
Moments I hold close to my heart.
A cloud of moths stalked the porch light,
Caught in between the gauzy twilight
And the days careless set of the sun.
We relaxed by the bonfire,
Just like kings of our empire.
How could we know that one day we’d be done?
The midnight chill now ends our night,
It’s time to catch your red-eye flight,
I dread this moment, truth to tell.
I wish you love, high and wide,
Peace and rest on every side
But most of all, my love, I wish you well.