As I lay awake in bed many hours before the dawn this morning I was remembering that on this day, now many years ago, I had expected it to be the dawn of the "morning of my life..." he and I would be one. But when that lovely dream didn't come true, to the very day, love's journey delivered me to the darkest hour and longest day of my life just two short years later. That morning as I lay upon a cold concrete slab, just like this morning, I could hear in my head every word of the song that I thought just two years before described the day of my life.
This morning, as I recalled these lyrics which I first heard as a very young man of just 18 summers, I realized that today, I am well into the evening of my life, and the twilight is nigh, and nightfall is not far off. Sadly, I still have the fevered dreams of men still young, and I awaken every morning to remember love's bittersweet journey and the destination I never reached.
I am always remembering...
And my greatest fear is that I may not live long enough to forget.
"Fear Eats the Soul"
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