By Mark A. Leon

My Opus – Original Poem

I know what’s it’s like to be forgotten
The invitation to God’s soiree lost in the mail
Used to having you by my side
A fleeting fantasy boxed up in the corner of my dark past
Now the mountains to comfort my wounded pride and hide the sunlight

One more chance to turnaround
A second chance to try again
This withering soul has life to give
A heart still beating, faintly in the distance

All those sleepless nights remembering the Summer we thought would never end
Fireworks over the harbor
Beach walks under the moonlight
I’d die for just one more kiss
Love letters I wrote each time you went away, never sent; never read

Do you need some time all alone, I asked
You smiled and said, “we all need some time on our own” as you walked further away
A distant shadow

Why impulses drive that soul?
What needs feed the thirst?

To discover the secret of the mountains
The path of the oceans
The hauntingly beautiful message in the wind
The word of the poets
The undiscovered lands of voyagers

I understood
I followed
I got lost

I see a clearing now
A path home

I prayed under those stars that someday I would find my way back to you
Soon
Soon
It will all be revealed