A Strangers Request
I do not regret our brief conversation.
You asked if I could write a few lines.
A poem on love, a stranger’s request
to share with the world in print.
An epitaph for a stranger’s heart.
What universal truths lie in that request?
To feel love’s first touch on eye and heart,
that momentary lift of breathlessness
that this could be someone special.
That maybe they could be ‘the one’.
The first brief kiss
the first mention of your name
to know that you exist
to know that you might care
in time, for me.
In the dawn of that early love
to see you from a distance
would be to feel the first warmth
of the sun’s rays
on an early summer’s morning.
Uplifting as a daisy to the light.
To write of the heights of your love’s desire
the shared emotions of which you briefly talked
and then in the utmost depth of your passing
is to know that before I wrote those lines,
Leaving me bereft for the failure of my task.
But isn’t it just like love?
To have that gift to share,
embrace a stranger’s request
catch those fleeting moments.
The fulfilment of heart’s desire
of sharing love’s
that someone cared
and shared her life.
And as an epitaph
I share that love with you.
15th September 2019.02:44 a.m.-3:08am.
Fine, clear Harvest Full Moon.
A request unfulfilled to write a love poem for the Western Gazette
for Jacquie, a stranger in my life