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Budapest, Cities, City, creative, Duality, Love, Paris, Plains, poems, poetry, Promise, River, verse, writing
Whatever we thought
That we thought we knew
Vanished into the river that cut
Through the heart
His presence dividing and
Coupling and separating in
Equal degree
Like the promises and lies
That were made and cast
Like stalks upon the sand
As transient as the currents that
Grew unseen beneath the still
The calm that bore us from
What we never knew to all
We never could and
Everything between that
Caught us in its web and under
Its spell
And all the things that should
Only ever happen once
Came again
Upon the plains
Within the hills that rose above
Casting their stare like an older child
Protective and jealous of
The youth that they felt
That they had never felt
And gazing up recumbent souls
Yearned for the freedom brought by age
Knowing that the water that lay between them
Was little more than a mirror
Reflecting back the dreams they
Held so dear like the love
That only happened once
But came again like an unsolvable puzzle
To tantalise, confuse and thrill
On the far side of the water that
Washed away the sand that lay
Beneath our feet
Beneath our dreams
Beneath the homes we thought we owned
And she with her limbs astride
His soiled banks
Still promised more than she could give
And all the things that should
Only ever happen once
Came again.
