A Tale of Loneliness
It’s a million miles to nowhere
when you’re lost within the forest
and you’re hopeless
and you’re lonely
and you hear the squawking chorus
of your unrequited lovers
in the darkness with their laughter
as your broken spirit suffers
from every morning after
when their voices were unshaken
as they banished you, forsaken
to these woods of spent desires
where you ponder your condition
how you lost them in the watch fires
of your lonely inhibitions.
There you wander, near a river
that is coursing over rapids
and you follow its embankment
‘til at last you are delivered
to a lake and all its dankness.
Amid the mist and raw emotions
you find a dinghy with both oars
though it seems like it’s an ocean
as you’re crossing to the shore
until you spy someone dancin’
in the garden of a mansion.
She’s the beauty of your lifespan
and she’s dancing with small children
It’s a picture that is charming
yet the mist grows more alarming
and you’re lost in its expansion
til a wind gust clears your view
and the mansion, and the maiden,
and all the children too
are gone, but the forest is renewed
as a stately country garden.
So you stop your boat and wade in
to find the same enchanting maiden
standing at a workbench
with potted plants and flowers
that she grows with wondrous powers
when she touches them somehow
and as you softly walk towards her
she turns and smiles and wipes her brow.
As you near her, your senses come alive.
You are transfixed by her beauty
and the aromas from her garden
of gardenias, roses, and...
You”re suddenly awakened
to the scent of bacon frying
and the sound of children crying
while you follow pleasant smells
to the kitchen where you see her
and your illusions are dispelled.
She is cooking at the stove now
She turns and smiles, and wipes her brow
and says, “Morning Hun.
Go see what the kids want will ya.”