Sundered heart, the dreams yet dreamt
A future in the foggy twilight of days yet spent
A purpose undefined, with love not yet given
In moments of passion of a night’s unspent

Will it be her, or will she not be
I question the choices presented before me
Love peace or wealth yet gained
As I am left to dwell and contemplate

Youth, beauty, a passion unwrought
Loyalty, promise, and the prizes I’ve sought
A lifetime leads to this point.. this path
The way is shrouded, so many desires to sate

In the stillness of my own troubled mind
I wonder the irony of the fated design
After a lifetime of silence, suddenly granted a muse
Given a gift, a blessing to live life anew

Choices to make, pathways to choose
So much to gain, so much to lose
Am I wicked for wanting it all?
After so much emptiness, can I breach the wall

To my own heaven, eden unbound
To my personal salvation,
Released by the unforgiving fate
My soul had been bound.

Beauty of the spirit
Beauty of the soul
A Beauty yet experienced
A Beauty to behold

Moments in peace
In love in light
Choices unchosen
Wonders of forbidden nights

I stand in the quiet times
Contemplating times yet to come
Lives yet experienced
Love yet to be won

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe