“And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.â€Â Where The Wild Things Are
In the quiet of the evening I send my soul searching for yours and ask that it remind you of how two hearts stopped time. My eyes are shut but my heart is open and all I can do is hope that this time you will let yourself hear what your heart is saying.
This wish of mine stems from the dream we once shared. It is powered by both lust and love, heart and hope. It is a moment in time that remains framed in memory and formed from the fabric of the truth that we wish was and not the fiction of what wasn’t.
Lost in a wilderness of wishes and wants I wander alone and uncertain wondering if the north star that once guided my heart can be lit again. Will you ignore my entreaty and defy that which we both knew to be true. That which once was can be again but this time bolder, richer, fuller and more rewarding.
There is a price to be paid for all that we wish, all that we seek and all that we hope and if you would but give me your hand I would pay it without question.
These dreams I dream and these visions I see demand a real response. I cannot extinguish the fire that we set nor quench the thirst that your absence has created.
And so I find myself still dancing in the fire.I burn and I ache….alone and apart.
Hand outstretched, sweat pouring down my brow I reach for you. I hold faith that our fortune was not fiction and trust that which was still is.
I cannot ignore this feeling nor pretend it doesn’t exist. I cannot, will not and shall not. I would rather fail and fall than fall and fail.
Beautifully written, so sad, so romantic and yet so full of hope and optimism, embracing life. I held my breath until the end “I would rather fail and fall than fall and fail”.
Thank you, Jack
Hi Barbara,
Life is a mix of all of these things and more. We don’t appreciate the good without the bad, but given the choice… 😉
And yes, I would rather fail and fall than the other. It is one thing to try and another to not do so at all.
youre a mystery Jack, you say you have eliminated all romance from your life yet you post something as beautiful and heart rendering as this
Hi Jack,
Your words are consistently mesmorizing. You are never at a loss for creating powerful combinations of words that elicit vivid imagery. I always love visiting your home.
Claudia
Hi Claudia,
It is good to see you. Thank you for the compliment, sometimes I figure out how to turn a phrase.
Romantic yet painful! Hoping this isn’t based on reality because it hurts. Reading a new rendition of Romeo and Juliet called “Juliet”. How timely for me. Your posts are always engaging…thanks.
Hi Gina,
Who wrote the rendition you are referring to?
Hey Jack,
Ann Fortier wrote the book (debut novel). It’s more romance novel than Shakespeare but it’s entertaining me none the less. Everyone can use a little romance, right?
I eliminated all romance from my life so I can’t comment on it. 😉
I’ll have to look up the book.
Oh no, 🙁 hopefully with good reason.
Men always have good reasons for everything we do. 😉
Ah, my heart … beautiful … thank you!
Hi Elena,
How is your Monday?
My Tuesday is great! Monday was a spent with a sick little angel and mommy was a circus juggler!;)
Happy Tuesday to you friend!!
Hope your angel feels better today. Happy Tuesday!
On my 40th birthday, after a couple of particularly horrendous years similar to your 2011 methinks (and no party), I gifted myself yet another tattoo. It reads ‘sic vita est’. Such is life. For me, it’s a constant reminder – shit happens, will continue to happen, random ugly stuff that never feels fair (insert whiny voice). Either we deal, or we crawl into a lonely cave. From our chats, you don’t strike me as a cave dweller. 😉 p.s. this comment works for “I Am A Father & A Writer” also – oh, the *mom guilt* that came with those aforementioned shitty years!! I very much admire your raw honesty in your writing.
Actually Lindsay, I am a cave dweller. I couldn’t possibly miss out on the mancave craze, all you dames have finally accepted that we need a joint like that for us to hang out in.
Sorry, was thinking of my grandfathers and any time that happens I hear them use terms like “dames” and “broads.” Somewhere my mother is frowning, but I digress.
Anyhoo, I like my cave but I come out regularly to fight the dinosaurs for scraps of meat.
I figure that things will get better but mostly because I never stop pushing for that.
Thank you for visiting, I appreciate your time.
Painful and beautiful at the same time.
The title of the post made me feel so special 😉
Thank you!