Wonder ???

 

I wonder why it has been you ?

I know there is nothing I am able to do !

 

Has all been an attempt to pursue ?,

that which I may not be able to obtain.

 

Nothing to lose, maybe something to gain.

The status quo will probably remain.

 

And so, you will be able to keep face,

as I refrain and remain in my place.

 

I can, I will let it all out,

feelings to express, I will shout

 

into the wind, into the face of the world.

For you to see as I have them unfurled

 

before your beautiful eyes.

Sending them off into the skies,

 

to fly as free as the birds,

hoping you will see my words.

 

I gave them birth, now watch them die.

Hope, upon a feathered bed, they will lie

 

knowing, no matter where they land

there is one who can hurt this man

and I wonder why it has been you ?,

that my thoughts of, feelings for - pursue.

 

I know that you belong to the hand of another.

I know, Heather, that I will never be your lover.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

June 28^th 2004