The brake has been on for years
But it must be slipping.
Have I forgotten my fears?
My memory must be skipping.
Have I also forgotten my tears
As into hope my thoughts go dipping?
I have been on earth a while;
Perhaps I don’t act as I should.
I feel my psyche beginning to smile
Again, as I thought it never would,
It’s like he has my number, to dial
Straight to my soul, like he should.
I’ve never thought age really mattered,
What does he think about it?
Through his words wisdom is scattered
As if into an old soul he would fit.
He knows isolated and battered
Though there is life and laughter in his wit.
Do I release the brake, do I take the chance?
Is it fair to him…or to me?
Do I seek friendship or dare yearn for romance?
Is the answer ever easy to see?
For sure it has been happenstance
So just yet I am not ready to flee.
Life has taught me to take time,
To be honest, open, to enjoy the now
Given to two who met over wine.
Without worry about the how.
With focus on minds and hearts sublime,
Discovery and joy the noble vow.
So… maybe my heart knows how to live, if I get out of the way.