8/5/10

(Letters to a) Dear Unknown
By Fred E. Beaulieu

Today while I shopped near the old village square

I glanced through the crowds in the hopes you were there

I felt that I’d know, by the look on your face,

You also were seeking a lover’s embrace



I browsed through the bookstore and stopped for a bite

Then, folding my napkin, I ventured to write

I left you a note just in case you were near

Recounting my dream of the day you’ll appear

~

Today was a good day, my mood was upbeat

My work was productive, my tasks all complete

But when I arrived at my home late that night

I had no one waiting to share my delight



I made myself supper then tried to unwind

Yet rather than freedom, my heart felt confined

I longed to relate my success and good news

To hear your perspectives, your insights and views

~

Today was quite normal and not much transpired

My work was mundane and I felt uninspired

I wished we could meet at a local café

To share idle chatter and silly clichés



You’d listen intently and smile as I’d speak

Then brighten my mood with a kiss on the cheek

We’d laugh over nothing while others looked on

And linger about till our lunchtime was gone

~

Today I felt ill so I stayed home in bed

With thoughts of you floating around in my head

I wondered, if only you knew of my plight,

Then would you illumine my dark with your light



With poems and prose, would you sit by my side

And read me a tale of two lovers denied

Then lie for a while with your head on my chest

And gently depart when my eyes closed in rest

~

Today was a sad day, I felt quite depressed

It took me an hour just to get myself dressed

I drove around town in a downpour of rain

Discarding the smile I no longer could feign



I thought for a moment of how you might cope

If ever I faltered and forfeited hope

Would somehow you sense that a chance had been lost

If fate never smiled and our paths never crossed

~

The days are a blur as they pass swiftly by

They fold into years in the blink of an eye

Reflecting back over a lifetime alone

I yearn for the day you’re no longer ‘unknown’

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Fred is a lifelong resident of West Michigan, and has enjoyed a rewarding career in computer programming. His interests include music, reading, puzzles, old movies, and of course poetry. He enjoys writing poems which reflect the many faces of life and love.