Three years of a life wasted from yet another
Angle.When I first saw you
Your stunning silence,
The way you came, the way
You went between the candlelight
You had me captivated.
I had to know you more deeply.
I became charmed by your first
Hello, the way you brushed the hair from
Your eyes. Your voice. Your whispers
Entangled. Enchanted. Ensnared.
I made scenarios, maybes ifs and so on-
That's foolishness to me
Now. I recognize the impossibility of you
Of me. Yes, it took me
Awhile. Now, my dear I would just as soon not
See you. Walk blindly by. Acknowledge it all
Just another temptation. A flirt with happiness
Life has no meaning no hope. I must not press,
It will destroy me in a sad and crazy death,
Perhaps. When you leave Minneapolis, or I, someday,
Your name will always be written for me
On the lakes.
r james sterzinger
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-on-the-water-after-keats-for-m/
