One Woman
One Woman
We all have loves in our lives that come and go. When they arrive, it's forever. They leave, it was just a season. Some short, others leaving more indelible marks.
For all of the pasts we move through, they all become the sum. Every second can only be spent focused on one, then both are a memory, the time and the taste, scent, feeling, an amalgam.
She flows through my life,
Shadows dancing, edges touching, never merging,
Backlit by time, paid for with passion,
Recompense for other dreams, unfulfilled.
Every kiss a sensation, received with
Delicious grace, delightfully tasted.
Each Sunset fading gracefully away
Melting memories into my life.
I love you, I said, and I do.
I did love you before we met -
The vision I had of that leafy willow tree,
Little boy's dreams of sought after unconditional love.
Every love story a season
Spring, growth, excitement
Summer, wet warmth blanketing each other
Fall, watching old growth lose it's moisture
Winter chill frostbiting the future we imagined.
Lessons come, lessons go.
Smooth river rocks, water passing over
Taking little bits of our lives, dissolving into each other
Filling cracks and crevasses in untouched parts,
With wisdom, we pause, move on.
The Song:
One Woman
She flows through my life,
Shadows dancing near.
Edges gently touching,
Never merging clear.
Backlit by the fire,
Passion’s fleeting flame.
Dreams I couldn’t capture,
Love I tried to name.
Every kiss a fading light,
Every touch a fire bright.
Seasons turn and rivers run,
But love remains when all is done.
I love you, I whispered,
I knew it before.
A vision of a willow tree,
By the river’s shore.
A little boy was dreaming,
Of love he’d one day find.
Unconditional and endless,
Forever intertwined.
Every kiss a fading light,
Every touch a fire bright.
Seasons turn and rivers run,
But love remains when all is done.
Every story has its season,
Springtime’s tender call.
Summer’s warmth surrounding,
Then autumn leaves must fall.
Winter brings its silence,
The frost upon the land.
But still the fire lingers,
When love has touched our hands.
Every kiss a fading light,
Every touch a fire bright.
Seasons turn and rivers run,
But love remains when all is done.