An Imperfect picture   (( a collaboration with shaman))

 
I once found the love of my life  
between the center of my teenage years  
and the gathering tempest of adulthood  

She was perfect and new  
stirring thought and feeling as one  
that eclipsed time completely 

As the sun rose into the naked blue sky  
the sensations of love gripped more tightly  
and left me wanting nothing but her  

We married amid the blooms of summer  
and cristened our union with soft kisses  
against the backdrop of a future that was certain  

Memories of that time remain within  
yet have gone stale with age and lost their vibrancy  
as the picture in the frame is cracked and devoid of color 

I recall the years and ways of love we made 
The warmth when we linked with each other  
I yearn to feel the magic again 
That clandestine air of affection 

If only we had took the decent 
and turned it into great 
perhaps the smiles plastered on our face's 
would be as real  
as this portrait that plagues our days 

The children we share 
adoringly, they love our flaws  
excepting of our fate 
and our disconnect for one another  

They are mirrors of us 
reflections of a past that has lost its future 
and in them we reside as a memory 
better than this tired picture in a frame...