She

My dreams of her beset on all sides by the inequities of time.

And she that condones the quaking key pillars of the world.

I am confounded from the inspirations I scry in the vessle of her life before me.

What journey this strange woman has that she treads upon so lightly.

Memories of her,

 remembering old times,

 as though they were shelter against the storm of my life.

I find brilliant ideas cavorting with rabid dreams,

 that chase her like dogs on the hunt.

My deed is done,

I remain unafraid yet hesitant

and with what regrets this refugee would leave his home for another journey,

 while the world changed she remains unswayed.

In whose heart she looks for landmarks of my likeness.

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

she looks for landmarks of my likeness...sometimes i wonder if any of my exes ever feel like this...but i doubt it...

still, i love this poem...and just thought of "does she still think of me like i do of her and say to herself "what if?"

[Frieda P]

Outstanding Raymond, you really touched a nerve with this one. Like this softer side of you my friend.

[icelandicblue]

I love the reflective aspect of this piece both literally and metaphorically. It's a very inviting poem.

[Shaquana Adams]

What journey this strange woman has that she treads upon so lightly.

Memories of the her, remembering old times as though they were shelter against the storm of my life

I really liked this poem. Those lines are really good too :) Great work!