Come to Me

If ever lives were destined
Ours were of the fate.
Hoping to be entwined
We wound up separate.

Time was all you asked for
From one such as me,
But my impatience was at war
With my loyalty.

Compassion from the heart
Forgiveness from the soul,
Despair is just a state of mind
With no place to go.

Come to me, my lover lost
And soothe the heart that yearns
Before I die old and gray
The oldest man that learns.

By David R. Normand, Copyright 1979, 2009

NOTE: I wrote this when I was seventeen. Long time ago. People have asked me to post more poems, so, since I don't write much anymore, I had to dig this one out of the old paper files of my old, unpublished manuscript. Yellowed paper, dusty, and long forgotten emotions. I dig up old wounds and find that the healing is accomplished.

D.