et puis, l'amour..........
Late One August Day
The morning came, late one August day.
I walked through the rain.
I had cried all a man could cry.
I was lost to my pain.
Then her eyes looked through a thousand years
since they first looked before,
since they first knew as lovers do,
since they last said "j'adore."
If you're hurting, may I catch you;
hold your heart as it heals?
Let your love flow like a river,
'til it opens, reveals,
feels the truth.
Expressive eyes set in pale white skin.
Such balance and poise.
The sweetest smile, uncertain times,
an escape from the noise.
Unspoken words'til the soul knows well,
'til it bathes in the light,
'til it leaves behind the scars it found
in the darkness of the night.
If you're hurting, may I catch you;
hold your heart as it heals?
Let your love flow like a river,
'til it opens, reveals,
feels the truth.
There's so many miles between us.
Are we hapless, both believers?
Will the universe align to make you mine?
We have travelled through the ages,
Known the court jesters, the sages.
though we've never caught a glimpse of the divine.
Will you be mine?
Perhaps I will remind you who you are.
If we wish upon a star, will you be mine?
The morning came late one August day.
Written by Paul Vasey September 2019
