The Boy Loved Her All His Days

Dedicated to Pamela G. Stalcup

Frank Nic. Bazsika 2015(c)

The boy said no goodbye that September night

That would be too final

An ending fiat

He could not entertain the reality

Of her presence gone from wakeful dreams

And night visions shaming all portraits

A young boy's soul was captivated

Transfixed and stolen one late May day so long ago

Yes it took but one glance for him to know

That she would signify beauty evermore

Alas for that poor boy's disquieted seeking soul!

There cannot be twice what is once in a man's life

And the boy's days became a man's years

Still the thoughts came with words he would never speak

That she would never hear

Able to see through the misty cloud of the time past still

A dimpled smile from pouted cherry lips

A look from eyes sparkling flame of fire

Yet be pools blue like peaceful still waters

A comely form to behold

Created by artistic touch

Portrayed as a brook that the thirsty seek

A snow capped mountain peak on a hot summer's day

Her glance making knees weak

The mirage of time never dimmed captivating

The man recalls the mutual friend

'Forget her for her league is not yours'

Why Oh foolish boy why did you heed and retreat?

So in quietness he loved her

Just to be content for the chance

To see her form

To see her smile

To hear her voice

Was it her beauty he loved?

No something compelling, more

It was her spirit he wanted to join

She was the perfection of love for him

Sitting looking out over the bay was a ship

She said ‘I like to imagine all the places it may go’

Yes, and now it seems he’s been to places many here and there

Never finding an equal as fair

So the boy said no goodbye

One cannot say goodbye to a dream

If that is to be the lot of his days only to dream then be it so

Drawing close embracingly looking within eyes pool blue

To meet unquenchable kiss like cherries sweet some boy’s dream

By not saying goodbye leaves a time yet

For hello ….