Poem Garden

The Game

I knew from the beginning

that it was the end of the game

So I knew just what to expect

But I bet on the pair just the same

Knowing that fate stacked the deck

It was the excitement of the play

Not the end result that kept me in the game

Perhaps fate would misdeal, and I could steal

More time to enjoy the shame

I was brilliant my dear

as I bet my all that I could draw to the hand

It seemed Luck was on my side...so I didn't fold

And I started to think I could stand

Ill fate always seems to win in this game we play

but maybe this time I could play the part

The stakes become high; kings and queens are wild

and all I have to bet is one heart.

The hour grows late; The game draws to an end …

as fate makes the final play…I bet my one heart

Guess it's just not my day…unlucky in cards, lucky in love

Or at least that's what they say...

PRETEND

I thought the world would never end, as long as we could just pretend.

Make believe we weren't apart, two minds, two bodies, beating in one heart.

Knowing that we would meet again, it seemed so very simple then.

We had the time to plan and dream in our midnight sky of lover's schemes,

The moments of ecstasy, the love we shared, the music and laughter, the pain and tears.

We sailed along on borrowed dreams. The world would never end it seemed.

Then everything changed in a moment's time, and time stood still.

We went our way so quietly and left this emptiness to fill

with the memories and the echoes of a not so distant past,

the whisper of a fading voice, and the dream we thought would last.

Now I often wonder as I look into the sky,

how do you keep the stars from going out when you no longer fly,

how do you save the wounded hearts when the songs no longer sing,

how do you keep the world alive, when there is no joy to bring.

What happens to the dreamers when they awaken in the end,

do we live on golden moments, or do we try to sleep again,

do we know the dream is over, or do we continue to pretend.

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