Retro Hearts Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

It's either we get closer or we drift apart:
As just hanging there is nowhere to be!
Must not we go crazy over our lamenting hearts,
To make sure they're safe for all eternity?

We run in distant circles yet they are aligned,
Entwined and in both doth darkness fall;
Just blind but drawn by faith to find,
Somewhere some peace: and so we crawl.

Reaching out for memories, or reaching out for pain?
Reaching out for emptiness, or reaching just in vain!
Reaching out for the good times that all are gone afar,
Reaching just not to let all what once mattered mar.

And we still walk all lonesome where
Doth no moon or sun yet shine;
But having once our love declared:
It lightens still your path and mine!

For when all is just dark and cold,
We'll look deep down and there yet lies:
The greatest power o' perpetual gold,
That doth not rust nor reek nor dies!

As what eyes can't see can hearts yet feel:
The powers that be that consumes us thus,
And leads us where sweet lies are real,
Then leaves us there partly speechless.

We speak with our eyes all the words we cannot say,
And a touch of fingers flies two old hearts so far away;
We stop and stare awhile at the place where we did start,
And long for a time when two apart were just one heart!

We walk and walk for miles with all the years just going by,
Yet no distance nor time exiles what we do have and cannot die!
When a thousand songs are spoken and still we're worlds apart:
I'll swiftly run my miles to meet you where we once did part.

We're meant to run our courses sometimes together and others not,
And hang at times lonely and curse what love has brought!
Yet having once met must mean we'll meet again,
As our round paths foretell not only start but end of pain.