The Sanctum of Sanity

 A New Face

                We’d only just met,

                and yet, I had a premonition

                that fruition would fulfill the promise

                of this still and silent space

                with our future faces lip-to-lip.

                And that together we should sip

                a draught from deeper streams

                than these small seems

                of oneday dreams.

                which filled our eyes

                and stilled our whys of when,

                to wait a later date,

                where fate had laid aside sufficient time

                to turn this mime of first desire

                into a fire fierce enough to burn away the fears,

                and hot enough to melt the years of separation.

                Proving to us both, ‘Elation Lives’

                and gives to those, who dare to pose the question

                a rarity of find, that mind alone can’t comprehend.

                Perhaps I’m wrong; and we shall not meet again,

                If that proves true, at least this song’s for you.

                And you are due this token,

                For having woken feelings which I feared had fled,

                and showing me, that even when the expectation’s dead

                a look was shared, surprising eyes which cared,

                And cherished hopes I thought had perished

                with the truth, that only youth seemed heir to.

                © James Rainsford 2011

This poem is posted in response to the 'photo prompt' from photographer India Hobson posted to One Shot Poetry on Sunday 3rd April 2011.

You can see more of India's work here:
http://www.indiahobsonphotography.co.uk/  I hope you'll visit to view her excellent work.

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