The poet’s quandary begins

When the sunset fades and the night sets in,

At the fine line that stands between

What surrounds us
And what could have been.

The poet’s quandary consists

Of an ocean of memories interwoven with dreams,

A heart holding on to what used to be,

A whispering soul with a promise to keep,

A love that faces the toughest dilemma there is.

The poet’s quandary is to be

Always somewhere in between,

Loving deeply but never completely giving in,

Writing with the heart, but from the heart a secret keep:

Two souls that belong together
But that together, could never be.

The poet’s quandary is to reminisce and to wish,

Knowing that love is both wise and naïve,

That it yearns to belong but also to be free,

And that ultimately it feels

Exquisitely eternal, but invariably brief.

The poet’s quandary is whether to reveal

The convoluted love that burns within,

Or to just let it be

An autumn leaf lost in the wind…

Is to know that you loved me,

But had to set me free.

A.V.O.
©2019 The Poet’s Wings