Once.

There was a day,
once,
when I did not know
your name;
I did not know
your face,
but
I could feel your
missing trace.

There was a time,
once,
when I’d never
written you prose or rhyme;
I had no pet sounds
for you,
but
I knew, one day,
you’d come true.

There was an age
once
when no spark ignited
twixt my pen and page;
I did not know
your smell,
but I knew
it was savory –
what cruel hell…

In my chest
there was a heart,
once,
screaming, crashing
and falling apart;
it made no songs, no beauty
no poetry, no art,
trying to paint
what I had never seen.

There was a day,
once,
awful and over-eager
it stayed like a wine stain
when I had never seen
your eyes
the woodland
where I can disappear
into your breathless
depths,
the heart of your forest,
where heaven draws near.

© Rylan Skelly, July 2018


About the Author: I have a B.A. in Honours Religious Studies from the University of Waterloo; I have a love for all major world religions – Eastern, Western, or in between; I’m genderqueer, and I’m comfortable with male, neutral, and female pronouns; I’m married to my dear wife Lynn, who is the love of my life, my best friend, and my muse; I think far too much, and often have too many ideas to know what to do with; and I am a doing being, just like you!

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I have a B.A. in Honours Religious Studies from the University of Waterloo; I have a love for all major world religions - Eastern, Western, or in between; I'm genderqueer, and I'm comfortable with male, neutral, and female pronouns; I'm married to my dear wife Lynn, who is the love of my life, my best friend, and my muse; and I am a doing being, just like you!

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