I think about you, <br />now and then, <br />and then <br />again. <br /> <br />I do not tell <br />this <br />cloak and dagger game <br />to anyone, <br />not even <br />to myself. <br /> <br />I wonder <br />what you may, <br />or may not be <br />into, <br />today <br />or any day <br />that God allows <br />the sun to shine <br />onto your <br />fragrant curls. <br /> <br />Some days <br />I wake, <br />unsure about <br />the source <br />of that electric spark, <br />the worrywort that <br />I am not <br />and I could never be, <br />that tiny stab <br />inside my heart, <br />I put it down <br />as just <br />a random bubble <br />of pure oxygen <br />and nothing more <br />sinister, <br />NO. <br />I will not tell <br />about this, <br />cloak and dagger game, <br />to anyone, <br />not even to myself. <br /> <br />The day will come <br />when secrets fade <br />into thin air, <br />accompanied by one, <br />a precious but spent soul, <br />drained now, <br />and to the end of time, <br />of God's own energy. <br /> <br />He knows, <br />my fervent wish <br />is to bequeath <br />all of its might <br />to you, <br />to you alone, <br />so you may live, <br />another day <br />perhaps until the birds <br />and butterflies <br />ride peacefully <br />through mangrove swamps <br />and stillness rules. <br /> <br />But do not worry. <br />I will never tell. <br />Not even tell myself.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-little-pommygirl/
