Once you had it all in my eyes.
The gold and beauty of you sparkled
just beyond my reach.
How desperate I became
grasping for a mirage,
a fantasy I desired
with all my heart to be real.
Now you have nothing,
no beauty, no gold,
and you don’t have me.
I have chosen to leave my feet
planted forever and firmly on this rock.
It’s not beautiful,
it’s not gold.
but it’s real.
~ cj 1996.07.23
