Part 1…
…My eyes met hers in glance
Perchance, to give advance sight
To events now past, it was late last...
December, sitting by the fire, nurturing dying embers
The splendor of snow giving the view a white hue,
True, a nuisance it proved to schools and business,
But the duties of nature were unabashedly endless
And fortuitous it was to me, that fruitless night, it seemed
Love would pass me by yet another year
In silent meditation, I shed a single tear
Which appeared to freeze in flight,
Reflecting the light of the fire into the ashen night
Enough to shift my sight from my trance to the frosted plants
And as I glanced over pallid plains
My view soon centered on a figure praying
Kneeling in the snow, an angel I presumed
So I rose from my loft and traversed the room
To my window pane so I could better perceive the being
A woman, who broke her conversation to breathe, she opened
Her eyes, which met mine, for a second a star shined
Far too bright, briefly blinding light
And she escaped into the night
And I ascended the flight of stairs into my room
And I settled to contemplate the events that had ensued...
Part 2
A week after the praying angel lit a star to run free
I was at the supermarket picking up my groceries
And much to my surprise whom other did I see
Than the praying star angel checkin food in aisle three
My mood gained levity and confidence increased
I felt butterflies in my stomach and cold air on my feet
But I gathered the strength to bring myself to speak
“Hello sweet angel”
I said from a little away
“Get away you creep!”
My advance was poorly received
“Im sorry, I know the angel part was a bit much
but a girl pretty as you is likely to drive a guy nuts”
She calmed her demeanor, seeing I wasn’t a freak
Only a love lorn man past his sexual peak
A man who spends his nights staring through the glass as he weeps
And lets his tears massage his cheeks until he falls asleep
Well, maybe Im giving her insight too much credit
But any sight I gave her in my life, I regret it
But of course, the desperate introvert I was
From this brief meaningless encounter
…
I thought I was in love
Part 3
Above our heads, the bells tolled, and told
The world of our bold decision
To join as one soul after two weeks known
We were grown and fed up
With unfulfilled promises from noncommittal kids
We were tired of the pointless affairs and simply bid
Them all goodbye as we made a knot and tied it
Reality hit, I had finally found a love for me
I couldn’t believe the image of this wonderful lady
A visage for weary spirits to guide them to heaven
Her nature was true to vision with a sinful twist hidden…
The life I envisioned to leave me fully content
Beat me down further with malevolent intent
The bitch couldn’t sit still, and gaze out the windowsill
Using vitriolic vituperations, constantly raving
of all my flaws, driving my whole hand through walls
I gave the union my all, but it was destined to fall
I made my decision to return to my somber prison
Any existence was better than how I was livin
I had written her a letter, about the grievances I had
With life
Although I wanted love, I had not used foresight
Our union was disillusioned and conceived of ill reason
I fell victim to the pain imposed by passing seasons
Composing passion to impose upon life a meaning
I sealed my letter of regrets unsaid
And laid it with a single rose upon our bed
I turned to leave the room and something struck my head
But, before it went dark, my gaze quickly danced
widlly searching for a source to the blow, it found a hand
and vision fading, traced it to the knife, the blade shined...
and my search stopped dead, perchance
to give the devil a chance to revel as...
my eyes met hers in glance...
by david alexander bryant jr
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