I still don’t know what love means the first time I saw you many months of June ago. From above, behind the glass window, I watched your every move below. I studied your every detail storing the moment in my memory which I kept all these years inside my heart. It would be a surprise for you to know that I still remember the clothes, the shoes you were wearing and the person you were with that day when my concealed tales of you started and endured many years. I opted to stay behind that glass window, I’m better off this way, you will never know my secrets for I will continue to watch you from afar and admire your every detail from the distance. In silence.
Something happened inside me that day. I fear losing the magical feeling so I kept it to myself ~ Somehow I have triumphed for the feeling always remains. Returning to memories, feeling that feeling again, reminiscing, opening the glass window of my heart, I still get a blush and my heart still beats faster everytime. It grows with me, it evolves as I go on, surviving the seasons, re-surfacing, re-emerging from my highs and lows in love. My safe place, my refuge and everytime I fall, I run back behind that glass window to watch my photographs of thoughts and I would feel better. The feeling endured many years of triumphs and defeats, of joys and sorrows. You are my true bliss, only I celebrate you alone. You are with me wherever I go, I have pronounced my vow to you in silence, I have kept that promise.
The world ’tis vast, ‘
tis graced with too many faces.
Many wouldn’t last and some few just leave some traces.
You are the face that I longed for and missed.
‘Tis your cheeks, your lips that I dreamt
To plant my first
Kiss.
The sun will continue to rise and set, the days would continue to bring forth the cycles of the seasons that would grow new sprig of life, of hope and I will continue to believe, returning to memories celebrating my love behind the glass window.
Wherever time would take us in the face of the planet the sun would continue to shine upon us, at night the moon would keep the mystery of my secrets as I whisper my wishes upon the stars behind the glass window hoping one day my feeling would become transparent to you and you would see what’s inside this heart.
If forever means falling in love to the same person over and over again, then I must have found forever.
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For Writers Island prompt this week: “The Return”
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Behind The Glass Window is part of my “Love Stories (Well, Almost)” collection.
http://jeques.wordpress.com/2008/05/17/love-stories-well-almost/
The ongoing reference to “glass window” is so haunting. But that last line “I must have found forever” is pure magic!
This is so rmantic, with a sweet/sad beauty!
Just love it!
Gemma
P.S. Thank you for your comment on my blog about the meme. There is no rush or obligation. It is so much better to explore the creative heartland (rather than rigid questions) when the world of duty is so busy! I don’t know how I can stay sane with my pressures unless I just write regularly! It is all part of my healthy, spiritual diet!
Smiles and Light
If forever means falling in love to the same person over and over again, then I must have found forever.
this last line is sheer poetry… no truer words…..
I agree with Paisley over that line. Perfect.
I liked the verse you have here..
“Many wouldn’t last and some few just leave some traces.”
so very true, some leave a permanent mark
You summed it up pretty well!
end of the world for me
full of romance here Jeques, though behind the glass window. yeah. sometimes we all feel the same way but sooner there’s a way that this glass will be broken and you will expose yourself…
you must found forever indeed
Much better to move beyond that glass..get closer
This is hauntingly beautiful, but painful as well. I guess coming from the richness of love no longer watching from behind the glass, I wish it for everyone. Although, your point is taken about love being forever – it will never change. And I guess for me, that is the tragedy.
You always write so beautifully.
this was so beautiful.. loved the end.. I must have found forever
The Journey Home
Lovely words, as usual. It feels great to come back to your blog after the long hiatus.
Don’t know how I missed you this week, jeques. I love the arrangement of your poem, it adds a lot of impact to the verse, especially with ‘kiss’ on the last line, alone. Very nice!
Such lovely words Jeques. I love coming here. It’s like an oasis! Your work always has a calming influence and this beautiful post is just what I needed to read right now.
Somehow i missed the point. Probably lost in translation
Anyway … nice blog to visit.
cheers, Decolonization!!
jeques, sometimes there is beauty in loneliness. we try to befriend loneliness where we find the strength to face our own selves. facing ourselves afront the glass is the hardest of all. i have had the same sentiments as yours. and equally, tapping into our selves is the same as staying true to what the man in the mirror will say about you.
really we must learn how to love ourselves before loving others.