Lost and found

David Policar 1995

She found me first, in a field of flowers
Freshly picked and still in bloom;
Foolish and young, I missed her call
In that children's garden room.

I found her first at a costumed ball,
The night spirits roam the land.
Fool that I was, I did not see her;
I found another's hand.

We found one another in a dream,
Shrouded in lies and in fear.
But something in her made me linger,
And something in me drew her near.

I lost her first to a fair-skinned singer
Who promised to make her his bride.
She lost him to love, I think, and to joy;
He lost her, I think, to his pride.

I lost her next to a fair-haired boy
With the smile of a confident youth.
She lost him, I think, by her own choice,
Exchanging safe passage for truth.

I lost her at last to a far-away voice,
Which she chose at last to hear;
I lost her again to a far-away friend,
And to my own anger and fear.

And now I am waiting for cycles to end,
Fear to wane, love to grow, souls to soar.
Till I stand once again as a new-blooming flower,
But childish and foolish no more.