{"id":892,"date":"2016-03-06T17:12:57","date_gmt":"2016-03-06T23:12:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=892"},"modified":"2016-03-06T17:12:57","modified_gmt":"2016-03-06T23:12:57","slug":"always-mesmerized-of-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2016\/03\/06\/always-mesmerized-of-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Always Mesmerized of You"},"content":{"rendered":"

I washed ashore in a place surrounded by images of you, <\/span><\/p>\n

There were statues all around of you, also in shades of blue, <\/span><\/p>\n

Granite and marble statues that seemed to reach into the sky, <\/span><\/p>\n

I saw your likeness carved grand in the mountains on high, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As I walked along the path laden with gold I wondered, <\/span><\/p>\n

Why so much gold is on this path of gold I now wandered, <\/span><\/p>\n

So many wonders of you I’ve seen yet never have I this, <\/span><\/p>\n

There’s even a monument celebrating a first magic kiss, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

With wonder I realized the path was golden pages from time, <\/span><\/p>\n

That had fallen from a book of love poems I write of in rhyme, <\/span><\/p>\n

Time and love had melded to form golden pages for the book, <\/span><\/p>\n

What is said of memories becoming gold is true as I take a look, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Fear has filled my heart as did pain with touches of forbidding, <\/span><\/p>\n

My heart pains so for you, with each beat I must be bleeding,<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps another has erected this place that I am now viewing, <\/span><\/p>\n

Jealousy is entering my panicked heart although I am resisting, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yet I continue walking this path as I am always mesmerized of you, <\/span><\/p>\n

I come upon a fireplace of marbled stone embedded of jewels too, <\/span><\/p>\n

A plaque above reads “my love is alive as are embers burning,” <\/span><\/p>\n

Those are words stolen of me I think as my heart is yearning, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Atop the rise ahead is a street sign that’s commemorated in stone, <\/span><\/p>\n

Getting closer to see I wade a creek of red from a past I’d known, <\/span><\/p>\n

How I wonder, do I know I know this creek or is it I was once shown, <\/span><\/p>\n

The sign carved in stone is the street sign of my childhood home, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Relief fills the heart spaces where fear had managed to invade, \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I think filled with wonder of whom and how was this place made, <\/span><\/p>\n

Did I do so in another dimension of existence while deep in love, <\/span><\/p>\n

Or is this another dimension of existence that I once dreamed of, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tears trace my face ever so slow as I remember a time long ago, <\/span><\/p>\n

It was a moment of assured love from the angel I have loved so, <\/span><\/p>\n

I stood silently and stared with memories flowing through of you, <\/span><\/p>\n

Then a light beam played memories on white clouds in the blue, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I feel you near my heart as I did when war took me to disaster, <\/span><\/p>\n

Letters hidden from you are bronzed on a display titled “For Her,”<\/span><\/p>\n

My trousers are stained of red as once were my hands of blood, <\/span><\/p>\n

The red creek I crossed was of soldier’s blood mixed into the mud, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In such a lovely place of you it commemorated what we went through, <\/span><\/p>\n

It was at the point of my weary return when from atop the hill came you, <\/span><\/p>\n

Love fell back into my heart although never gone, silenced by fear, <\/span><\/p>\n

How is that my knees feel of rubber every time you come near, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As I walk along the wonders of you I see nightfall across a line, <\/span><\/p>\n

To step across into night skies was as if a quirk in the timeline, <\/span><\/p>\n

I have no fear of darkness if you dwell near to be seen or heard, <\/span><\/p>\n

You give me strength to carry on, which I describe for you in word, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Illuminated for all to see is a book of love poems written by me for you, <\/span><\/p>\n

Nearby is a hall of dance with hardwood floors and music playing too, <\/span><\/p>\n

“Love on the Dance Floor” turned into song plays on, amazing my mind, <\/span><\/p>\n

“I must have gone to heaven,” I think to myself of this accidental find, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A beautiful statue stands of you draped in silk moving in the wind, <\/span><\/p>\n

Your breasts and form so tightly exposed for me to see each bend, <\/span><\/p>\n

It looks so real then I see it stir and it is you standing in the breeze, <\/span><\/p>\n

So often I’ve approached your form, you’d think it would be of ease, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yet my heart beats so as it has every day when I put my eyes on you, <\/span><\/p>\n

My heart nearly halts as thoughts of going blind invade, what will I do, <\/span><\/p>\n

For to touch your hand envelopes my nervous system with sensation,<\/span><\/p>\n

But to gaze into an angel’s eyes is a link to heaven and brings elation, <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Fear I’d only known once before fills every void within my aged frame,<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a draftee’s goodbye kiss as I feared it would never be the same,<\/span><\/p>\n

Taking my hand to dance, you whisper words of love on the dance floor<\/strong><\/em>,<\/span><\/p>\n

Softly you add, “I am in your mind, I will always be in here as I was before.” <\/span><\/p>\n

The end, for Patti.\u00a0 I love you. <\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

*Love on the Dance Floor<\/strong><\/em> is one of the first published poems written by Pat for Patti.\u00a0 It is one of her favorites.\u00a0 References to blindness are from a recent diagnosis of macular degeneration and other diseases.\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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