Nostalgia weighs heavy on my heart tonight,
And I long for what could have been.
But then I remember why it wasn’t but what makes me the most sad is that I also remember
That it almost was.
So wanting and loving, I sit alone in this night of late winter cold as the music of piano and cello drifts through my head.
The sound of the cello speaks to my soul and caresses my heart.
In the melody, I hear two hands playing together in perfect union and feel that
I am as one of those hands, looking for the familiar accompaniment of the other.
And so in the depths of this late winter evening I am lost in
Remembering what never was, feeling what didn’t exist,
Loving what could have been
In this time of warm darkness, candle light and winter solitude.
Now there exists only a memory of he and I, together yet alone,
Forever wrapped in the spirit of love and light.
2 thoughts on “Of Love and Light”
I suspect many of us have moments like those…visions of what could have been.
Unfortunately, I think you are right…