Not A forgotten Love.

Not A Forgotten Love

The strangeness of a forgotten love
Whether we like it or not
But the only thing I know that love's strange not
Eminently love's not so strange love above all
Believing or not in the strangeness of love
Whether one can hide or not
The experience whether one believes in loves experiences
The same it's not, nor have we walked the same streets
I guess yes or not, intuition I like not
I dislike my intuitive thoughts, harassing me.
The illusion of strangers in proximity
The loneliness..can not take hold
The loneliness without you, it's not an illusion
One can not behold loneliness...
Whether it's, me or you.
The illusion, when your not about
It's the elusive thought whether you're true
In the morning light the late train
It's raining it's cold it's storming something awful
The lightening so true,
Electrifying the skies so blue..
Touching the earth fork lightening
Illuminating nights the darkest earth
So exciting so beautiful scary in all
This primitive earth the excitement
The sounds as it booms loudly like a drum..Boom boom..
In the silence of the night illuminating stunningly
This earth primitively,
As one's looks through the shower of light
Lightning right across my skies my darkest firmament
In the emptiness of the room, I stand looking at you..
Just be ourselves..
Talk until we're through,
Two people that has fallen in love..
Not a forgotten love..

                       By Connie James..