FALSE WORLD

FALSE WORLD
2009 © Judith A. Boggess
[Voices Unheard]


False world gave hope
to life turned gray,
melted sour face
greeting each day,
with gift out of the blue,
bringing sunlight and laughter,
unfolding petals
of heart grown cold,
with hug of words
full of joy and remorse for love
foolishly parted,
left so long ago.

Embrace awakens ardor,
a dangled teasing carrot,
so near but out of reach,
far from touch, taste, and smell . . .
left to reminiscence,
resurrect feelings
long buried but never dead—
feelings shuttered,
lamenting in quiet of night.

False world.
Fairy tale ending a lie,
no prince,
no princess,
no sunset ride,
Only temptation left untouched,
and passion lies moldering in cup,
as mind flogs self for excursions into
what cannot be,
cannot be told,
cannot be held,
cannot be kissed.

False world begs: Wait.
Promises not to turn away,
Promises to come one day,
a gift ordained to be opened
when love will not, as in past,
leave again.
It will not be bid adieu.

Older, wiser, restrained, cautious.
What is will not go missing,
what is will not stray,
a vow, heart lived each day.

Yes, older, wiser,
stronger in will,
for through hell and heaven
life’s journey went,
survived decades alone in spirit,
if not in body,
finding love has returned . . .,
it will not be surrendered
whatever the wait,
whatever the cost,
no, no,
not you
ever again,
lost.