Epoch II, Part One
By Peter Scott
Yesterday I met a girl
Who went to my father’s school
Not even slightly intimidating
Her complexion of a younger set
With angelic hair
And a glide
That made me wonder
Maybe she was a celestial power?
Later there was glee
Typing the name into my database
Recording our first encounter
Hoping
Anticipating more
I sent her a letter
Prayed for expedient return
Indeed a reply came
From this girl
Kristie Morrison
Smacking of joviality
Friends old and new
Nevertheless something was awry
The letter was accented
With enigmatic aura
Plus it reminded me
Too often of myself
The hour eventually struck
When the will of the people called
Sent to gather information
I rang her house
Talking on the phone
Proving assumptions correct
We had way too much in common
Constant in my life
Our calls went daily
Elaborating on dust
Idiosyncrasies
High cliffs and hidden rocks
Early pain
Family life
Sometimes even
Calgon took us away'
An unspoken crush was formed
Rather
Reinforced through these dialogs
A bond seemingly unbreakable
And this we knew
Telling all
In the span of an hour
There must be a meeting
We were close
Yet so far away!
Upon the glorious occasion
Dizziness overtook her
Product of fluke
Casting doubt to wander
In the realm of possibility
As fortune foretold
Later our rendezvous grew to classic proportions
This night a mythical derailment
Alone in the hand of time
There were movies
Proceeded by infamy
A period of salvation
From destructive elements
When the girl with yellow hair
Carried thy corpse along
Numbing the pain
In losing a heart
All suffering was temporary
Our relationship developed into more
Once crushed by Cupid’s misfiring
The war was not over.
