Dulcinea Poem by Phil Mason

11-16-16. Dulcinea

I sat with you today
For the first time in six weeks.

You looked wonderful to me,
but I can't believe I'd ever see you in any other light.
That is because of where I am am,
I still don't know where you are.
I probably never will.

We talked, We smiled.
I was completely honest with you.
Is my soul is more deeply burned?
I don't know if your soul is singed, I think it is.
At least that is what I choose to believe.

There is so much more that I want to share with you,
but I doubt there is time,
and I don't want to frighten you.
You seemed a bit tense, much more controlled than me,
but you've been like that since you left.

Seemingly cautious, keeping everything under a stone.
Do you do that for your benefit or mine?
I don't know the answer. I probably never will.

I have much less at stake in whatever 'this' is than you.
I'm also always pushing edges...if you don't push to an edge you'll never know if you've fallen over.
I've fallen over the edge with you....
I'm still tumbling.
I doubt I will ever find the floor.


So much defies sense,
We can't control those we fall in love with....
there are no rules,
there is no chart of new and unexplained emotions,
Certainly true with all our differences.

I'll see you again,
I don't know where or when...
I just know I will.

And I will delight in that.