|That very first time.
By Cooper MacCormack on 01/13/2006
He was walking along a treacherous road
when he picked up the hand of a stranger.
She smiled at him and he fell in love,
and ignored the signs of danger.
He slipped and fell on the slippery rocks,
out over the precipice,
and plunged into a different world,
one he thought could never exist.
He thought he could fly as he turned and spun,
with beauty for all to see,
but he turned and looked back to where he fell from
and he saw her looking at him.
He thought they both fell and would fly together,
but she never wanted to follow.
It was then that he knew he was on his own
and he hit the ground of sorrow.
He picked himself up and he started again,
he'd forgotten her smile and his own.
That treacherous road led on and on
and he walked it now, alone.
He'd never forget his very first glimpse
of a world so bright and clear,
and now that he knew where his future lay,
he eventually made it there.
What happened to her he might never be sure
but he hoped she'd make it one day.
If he saw her again in that beautiful world
he new just what he would say.
She'd helped him to find that perfect place
and for that he owed her his life.
If she'd joined him then, that very first time
they'd have arrived as husband and wife.
© By Cooper MacCormack On 1/13/2006 6:30:47 PM