A Poem to Share

I wrote this in reflection of a past love, it is now completely in the past and this memory, an echo of feelings from then.  It is sweet to revisit the past, if the feelings are good ones, then we move on to the future.  Micci

LAKESIDE DAYDREAM - Memorial Day, 2008

I reclined on a bit of grass, knees bent, feet on the shore; my toes just inches from the lapping, criss-crossing waves that whispered softly up to the edges of the shore - rippling over pebbles, shells and sandy soil.

The sun shone warmly on my face, the breeze caressing my skin like a warm and sensual lovers' touch. I closed my eyes and drifted away into a daydream. I was feeling lonelier than I have felt in a long time.

I had walked along this shore for many years, and today I had collected some pretty pebbles to take away and remember my day by. The peaceful murmurings of the lake lulled me into a doze and I escaped further into my daydream.

I dreamed of you and me, the way we were all those years ago when love was blossoming between us, new and exciting, a little bit scary. You bent over me and tickled me under my chin with a dandelion, the soft flower caressing my face where your fingers and lips would soon follow - anticipation made me breathless.

The sounds of picnickers, children laughing and playing faded into the sound of your voice rumbling deep in your chest as you laughed when I sneezed, counting them as you always did; my head rested on your chest as I listened to your laughter and to your heartbeat, so dear to me, so close to my own heart. It made me feel as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world and only yours.

The breeze turned cooler and the sky darkened as the sun began to set. One by one, the picnickers and children left, the ducks headed for shore and the boats to their docks for the night. I did not want to leave this place and its wonderful memories of us, echoes of a happier time.

The loneliness returned - I miss you - I miss us - I miss those emotions and feelings. I had spent all afternoon pushing back the temptation to call you, the loneliness made me pick up the phone and press send. It rang and your voice came on the line- the machine had picked up.

I could not speak, could not trust that my voice would not betray me and tell of my feelings - I hung up. It is a weakness of my heart to always want you when I come to Long Point. We were so happy here, so much in love - and yet, I still return here often these days, reliving the joys and the innocence of those times.

Your arms around me, lying on a blanket, gazing at the stars and seeing nothing but each other; I sit here still, reluctant to drive away, your presence is strong here and it haunts me. It will always be so, here in this place - for I cannot be here without revisiting my happiest days and nights with you. You looked at me with such love shining out of your eyes.

Time to go, but I will come again to this place to remember, to daydream in the peace of the lovely summer days ahead when the warm sun and soft breezes touch me, caressing me as you did - I visualize my dreams in my heart - Remembering that I loved you, once. 

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