Fame
Now you have gone away
I remember the mystery
How I thought
I might die of your touch
but I could never get enough
How your opinion mattered most
how I thrilled to have your trust
Those mattered more than Fame
But the magic fades
when hearts forget
how changed we were
joined by the mystery in our eyes
Searching for Fame
we looked away and forgot
Like shadows slipping
through dark water
we watched eachother fade
Till the old forms were gone
How could we trust the old waters
when the river changed?
I return there often
and look out on that water
but the current took you away
I cannot recognize
the contours of the land
A part of me looks out confused
when blossoms grace the trees
and remembers back
to when our names were written
on the water in the leaves
Copyright 02/15/92 Unpublished Works William M. Shannon