Ever More Poem by Cee Bea

she always goes away
this time of year
and I always find myself
noticing

fact and fiction
contradictions
separate in ways
that hot and cold
truth be told
are here but always change

she walked silently through
the woods
held in a hush
that never gave rise nor objection
to the fact

this story told
is one of old
of hearts that never mend
about lovers dreams
what you believe
not where you pretend

She remembered the stars that night
were brilliant
how a story stole her heart

she still's there
behind a stare
having seen those eyes before
finding old amongst the new
in a shade of soft subdued

and a song of ever more