Song to a Minstrel (For SDG)

I was 28 years old and an idiot. After four decades, I'm still thanking God for this unanswered prayer.

You were ever sad love song I’d ever sung,

            every poetic lament I’d ever written.

But the music stopped too quickly,

            the final chord was unresolved.

We were a couplet that could not rhyme,

            a sonnet that would not scan.

 

If I hadn’t cared

            It wouldn’t matter.

But I let you through my defenses.

My soul opened to you

            as a thirsty flower

            to the summer rain.

 

I surrendered so easily,

            trusting you completely.

In those first, fleeting days

            you showed me the kind of happiness

            I never thought I’d know.

You awakened a passion I didn’t know

            I could feel.

 

I tried to be everything you desired.

I wanted to be for you what you were for me.

But I could never touch your heart,

            never find my way inside that wall you’d

            built around your feelings.

There was always a part of you that pushed me away,

            even while you held me close.

 

But you passed through my life,

            and now I know the numbing ache

            of a heart torn by the jagged edge

            of a shattered hope.

 

And all I have left are the memories.

Sometimes memory is a leaden weight that

            threatens to crush me into oblivion.

But still I cling to those brief flashes

            of sunlight in a time filled with rain.

 

I have known what it was to lose myself

            in the depths of your blue-gray eyes.

I have known the taste of your kisses,

            sweeter, more heady than wine.

I have known the heart-rending innocence

            of your sleeping face.

I have known the security of your embrace,

            the warmth of your body against mine.

I have known the touch of your powerful hands,

            maddening in their tenderness.

 

For the hundred ways you touched my body,

            my heart, and my mind,

            you have my gratitude.

For those few moments of tenderness,

            you have my love.

Because if I could live it all again,

            knowing the heartbreak,

            the pain of the outcome,

I’d do it gladly.

 

This time I’d make the most

            of missed opportunities.

I would not take for granted

            any tender gesture,

            any kind word.

I would love completely,

            with no reservation.

Because all we ever had was today and now.

I would not hope for tomorrow.

Reviews

[Arti]

Thank you for sharing your poem. I


Jessy Jacob

[Yaakovashoshana]

You're welcome. Thank you for taking the time to read it. But for the grace of God, I might've wound up barefoot and pregnant in Arkansas. This dude was not worth a fraction of the weeping and wailing I wasted on him.

[Arti]

Hi,
Any lady like me would be looking this kind of man who never hurts but loves back if hurts only to tease. I don't know why I could love is only to love back, no one is like him who cry for their lover without. I believe him and trust him and also on my fate, we will be together. It's not that his thoughts only can tell who is he, just who couldn't love like this will never miss so much as expressed. Because thoughts become actions too.

I just want to keep alive is together as because he just only writes never feels so, it is decided by fate which will show who he is really.

I didn't expect anything in written when I started loving him I trusted him that he loves me.

If we expect and love that is not love itself that will be like business deal.
I believe in human and God, if situations couldn't make us together god will definitely unite us. .
Jessy Jacob..