Stream in the Welsh Countryside

A Passerby

You were the vision

Of that which I desired,

You fit the bill

Or so I had thought

But you were just an illusion

Created by my mind

To keep me trapped

In the Prison of my Old Patterns.

You were neither Friend nor Foe

You were just a Passerby

In the stream of Life

And I held you in such great Esteem

Gave you a Pedestal

That I thought you deemed

But in the end, it was not you

Who had asked for it to be perched

So you left without a word.

Still, when the memory

Of you floods my senses

Cascades my being,

I feel too weak

As salt water

Rolls down my cheek.

I would like to forget

You and what you meant

But it seems You will be

There somewhere hidden

To spring up at times

And teach me

How to remain foolish!