To eat an egg, you must break the shell. ~Jamaican Proverb
I was standing on the quick sand of time
Bracing my love on banisters of doubt
Falling between your world and mine
I was unseen like coins in the couch
The secrets held in the reflection of my eyes
Were the moon I longed to give to you
It was close as a lover’s deepest sigh
Yet as far as an elk deep in the brush at noon
For you looked but never truly touched
Afraid of being hurt by the lover that is scorned
You remained distant
like a hunter in the brush
And when you missed the mark you only mourned
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I am doing a little something different here. I could not decide where to end this poem. So you can tell me what you think. Here is more that I wrote that I decided
later not to add. You be the judge:
Risk is a high stakes gamble where one can lose
And in the search for love can be the same
I stood at the casino table and had to choose
But you cannot bet on hearts with only spades
I was the gambler putting it all out there
And you were the hunter on the make
Sometimes we cannot find the answer
When there is nothing left to save.
