knights in white satin...

in the beginning, my love, there was time…
now, even that is lost
with the trunks and loose baggage…
there was no way to stop the flight,
even as we waited, our noses, our lips pressed
against the breathless panes of glass…
looking out the door, waiting for our turn
on the intricate web of steel…

we only guessed at what waited;
if we knew then what we know now,
how much would we have wasted becoming strangers?
side-stepping each other
to get out of the way of the greatness we saw
as our destiny, we ruled
our own worlds…
we saw even then the poison we
fed each other…it was love and it
drained us without a sigh or a move…
because we knew better…

yes, my love, we were wise to kill it
before it turned on us…
and now we can learn, can’t we,
to live with the regret
of never knowing the touch of hands,
the passion that would have
been our undoing…
so that now we die, slowly and
forever…

knights in white satin

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