LOVE IS NOT ETERNAL
As along the path I strolled
I came upon a tree
Casting its giant dark outline
Across in front of me.
Into its thick magnificence
A heart of love engraved.
The edges were all folded round
Ensuring it be saved.
Cupidís arrow was slicing through
The names carved of the pair,
The couple standing there.
I stared intently at the etch
And tried to visualize
Their life and times of long ago
With romance in their eyes.
As I relaxed on the park bench
Beside that ancient tree,
A shadow stealthily emerged
And sat down next to me.
The two dimensions flowed across
The slotted seat and back.
Its whole demeanour showed defeat
And sagged between each crack.
I looked around for explanation
Of why this came to pass;
But there was just that ancient oak
Casting shade across the grass.
I strived not to be overt
With my observation,
And shifted slightly over from
The sullen apparition.
Askance I glanced for inspiration
Of why he had appeared,
But when I looked at him edge on,
He completely disappeared.
Outlined were a pair of pants
And pointed collared jacket,
A sharp brimmed hat concluded
The muted silhouette.
As sagging shoulders shook silently,
A cooling mist grew round.
Charcoal hands held charcoal head,
While grey tears hit the ground.
Time stood still that afternoon for
Reasons I could not fathom.
My petty worries became quite trite
As I sat beside the phantom.
Then almost imperceptibly
The temperature grew warmer.
My dark companion straightened up,
His shoulders grew much firmer.
The profile slowly faced the tree
- its sunshade lying there -
Then he resolutely joined that patch
And vanished in the air.
From the spot where he had gone
I was surprised to see
One name had been erased from
The carving in the tree.
Do spirits yearn for resolution
Had long unrequited love been
Resolved with finality?
These thoughts remained throughout the day
And instilled the memory
Of the special time that sad shadow
Shared his life with me.