That Was Then, This Is Now

Long time ago, when wild thoughts ran free like untamed deer,
Through wooded lands of sugary sand, and scrub oaks on every turn,
When the wind whistled sweetly through the tall pine trees,
And owls escorted us down that twisted and cavernous ,washed out mile-long-lane,
Then, My Love... then... is when my Heart sang for the fairytale dream... come true.

Then, My Love... then... was the time that I knew no end,
To the dreams that were possible, to a heart so worn out... as mine,
And you, My Love, you were a dreamer too,
Unafraid, yet as unacknowledged as I had been,
Still... finding that acknowledgment through myself... who loved you then.

And you? What of you, and I? You acknowledged me, too,
You knew I was a dreamer, every bit as much as yourself,
And you loved that in me, too... you, you loved me, too...
And it washed over us, this acknowledged love, that covered the land,
Over which our feet ran, and over which our heartbeat scattered the droplets anew.

Droplets of hope, droplets of peace, droplets of joy and love,
Red and purple, pink and green, bright white, precious gold and silver, too,
Rainbow dreams ran across our face, your face, my face, our face...
For we were one, you and I, individual as two, together as one...
And you had wondered... who, in time, had felt and experienced all the majic that we were living then?

"Many," I had replied, knowing all the while,
That all that I had ever dreamed of, all I had dreamily read about,
In big heavy bound books, and books of poets and sages from far across time,
All that I had hoped and prayed for, in just one moment of time,
Had filled my heart, had answered my soul... in you.

But... that was then...
And this is now.
The Butterfly is broken in two.
You drifted into the skies, you flew higher than I could ever fly.
These days, I'm learning to say goodbye.