Between Two Visions Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

Remember when;
Found a poem by Wordsworth
That described you near perfect
Accused you of holdin' out on me
By not tellin' you were a time traveler
Now's the time to turn the clock back


11 February 1890 Denver CO

Dear Muse,

Leavin' at noon; shall see you in three days
Until then, mio dolce amor, thousand of kisses;
But give none in return,
For they set my blood on fire

If by movin' out here
Seemed that I was movin' away
From you with the speed of a good horse,
It is only that I may build this dream
Only that we may have this place
To grow with us and sustain us
When I rise before daylight,
It is because this may hasten
By one day, the arrival of my sweet love

I ask of you neither eternal love,
Nor fidelity, but simply...
Truth, unlimited honesty
The day you say 'I love you less, '
Will mark the end of love,
The last day of life
If my heart were base enough
To love without bein' loved
In return, I would cast it aside

Remember what I have said:
Nature has endowed me with a vision
Hopefully, yours is built of patience
For not happenstance but only death
Can halt what has already begun
I cannot be handled, but
I can be held for a little while
I pray these little while's are enough
I pray you continue
To hold on to the reins

Were you to cease to love me?
Forgive me, love of my life,
My soul would be conflicted
My heart, obsessed by you and this vision,
Fills with fear; prostrates with misery
Distresses so, to even think so

Then this: If you love less
You can never have loved
In that case I shall truly be pitiable
I remain, your devoted,

CC

P. S. The ranch this year
Has changed beyond recogntion
My confidence in success is inexpressible;
You alone; a source of chagrin to me
You alone; the joy and torment of my life

Ciao Bella

Copyright Cowboy Coleridge 2013