My World – © 1975

A Flight of Fantasy Poem about a Love that will never be.

I’m almost ashamed to say that this poem was written on a scrap of paper from a Church pew. I was bored, it was my older brother’s Church. I saw a cute redhead a few pews in front of me. This poem gave birth to a romance and then killed it, all without ever having met the woman. It was a spur of the moment thing and I never came back to it to clean it up. “feeled”? Really?

My World – © 1975

My eyes met hers,
my World began.
My heartbeat soared,
my spirit ran.
I heard her voice,
music filled my head.
I realized, til then,
my ears were dead.
I reached and touched her,
My senses reeled.
I have no words to tell
The way I feeled.
She noticed me, and then
The World stood still.
You never would believe
That all consuming thrill.
She walked away,
Her hand in his, not mine.
My World had lived and died,
In just that space of time.

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