dusk arising

for Julie-Ann

for Julie-Anne

though we no longer talk
cant mean that I dont want to
hear your spoken words
the voice so often heard

and knowing how i cared
lyrics which we once shared
changes that we knew
written here, just for you

of treasure found then lost
a candle burned too brightly
a wind of sanity
took away from me

but in the light of day
things are as they should be now
though early hours that call
dont find me standing tall

and nothing finds the place
doors so firmly closed in me
no love,  no warmth, no hand,
just passing of the sand

so maybe i'm the fool
but I dont really think so
everybody has their past
so few who make it last

inside us everyone
is longing for the glory
we drank from lovings cup
then failed to measure up

but theres no turning back
I know for me it couldnt be
but you'll always be a part
of what I long for in my heart


  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    Each one a little scar?

    Great tribute to a love lost DA

    Thanks for sharing

  • Goldfinch60

    Those memories will never leave you, as they won't me.


    • dusk arising

      I hope we are both right.

    • Fay Slimm.

      An appeal of a verse that really strikes home - - "the glory we drank" hit the nail on the head for me my friend. Such a tender tribute D.A. for once what was and is no longer.

      • dusk arising

        I'm afraid i have a great deal of them with many names appended to them. Not that i was a tart but life was for living and something was missing.

      • Neville

        Oh' wow.. the world must surely be filled to overflowing with Julie Ann's..

        I know there are several of my own that go way back.. I keep in touch with only a few for maybe obvious reasons..

        Your Julie Ann was clearly a very special one & in more than just name.... Now of course, immortalised... Aint that just what poets do ...


        • dusk arising

          Julie-Ann was special insomuchas I was able to sensibly reflect and write about us in a way which was new to me. No longer an adventurous young man I gained from us rather than lost a part of me. A few footsteps along the path to understanding love.

          • Neville

            a delightfully refreshing & mature philosophical perspective that I both respect and share ..

          • orchidee

            Good write dusk.

            • dusk arising

              First class comment Orchidee.

            • The Uneducated O.A.P

              The hands of a clock continually move apart and get back together again, when this happens in love perhaps it's better not to get wound up, collect your gear and Spring apart, get your hands ready to place in another's, sometimes true love happens in a split second, the moment 2 faces meet. Going for a lie down now, Bill

            • Accidental Poet

              I can very easily relate to this piece of your heart da. An excellent write. Well done.

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              BRIAN HERE - Good Evening DA - My Mantra has always been *Better to have loved & lost ~than never to have loved at all !* I think this is eastier for Men to say than Women. All I can say is that in balance I gained MORE positive experience from each *Encounter of the Amorous Kind* than I sacrificed. I was 33 when I met Angela (28)and was exerienced enough to sense that this *Encounter* was very special and too be taken seriously & sensibly. In retrospect Angela told me she felt the same. However I acknowledge I do owe gratitude to *All the Girls I ever loved before .................. !* and Angela to all her Beaus ! That how it is in Life & Love we all learn by our past experiences ! Good - Bad & Not so Bad ~ Thanks for sharing. And when the Angels ask me to recall - the thrill of it all - I*ll tell them I remeber Ann - Beryl - Cathy - Doris ................ Zoe ! But most of all I*ll tell them I remember ANGELA - AMEN !

              Love & Peace & Joy
              Brian & Angela πŸ§‘πŸ€πŸ’™

            • MojoFreewrite

              I love this piece, I can see what you meant after you commented on my piece. The longing of someone but at the same time being glad that it’s over because it was longer working out.

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