Misunderstood

Love came to me
innocent and smiles
so full of hope
but little wisdom
Safe in my dreams
faith like a child's
Love spoke too softy
I didn't listen
Love whispered
to my deafening soul
you will have great memories
But I realize now, as I grow old
he actually said
you will break from misery

Backwards

I wanted to be born
at another time
when Elizabeth Browning
was so moved by rhymes
from her lover's kiss
with her thoughts entwined
around their private bliss
This should have been mine

I wanted my eyes
to glance longingly
upon my pride's own match
mirrored in Mr. Darcy
Oh to feel that moment
when he declared his heart
no longer in torment
or fear that we would part

Dear Emma and John
two best friends for life:
one proposed as her husband
one promised as his wife

I wanted to be born
at another time
when I could be yours
and you could be mine

Sunset

How suddenly
in an instant
can words resurface between
my past, present and future hope
of every dying dream...
Will whispers, promises and a distant kiss
satisfy what you really need...
Wardrobed in particles of setting sunlight
along a darkened stream