Foreigner

A lost soul in a foreign world
A place he did not belong
A world of joy and cheer
A place he knew only from song.

He was greeted by an angel, a dream, a thought
He met a figment of his imagination and found it was real
They met in a fantasy, and formed a union of mind and soul
And with but one kiss that union they would seal.

A world that was foreign,
In which he was an intruder
A place where people were allowed to be happy
A world into which he pursued her.

A gentle stroke of fingers across her face
Lightly over closed eyes and silky lips
Caused eyes to roll in bliss
From the simple touch of finger tips.

Touching hands, just ever so slight
Only palm to palm and finger to finger
Was an exchange of electric force
Exploding while the touch would linger.

A world where he found himself a foreigner,
An outsider, an interloper
A place where people were allowed love
A world into which he was an intruder
A universe he did not know
Was not welcome to see
Had not been invited
Where he was not supposed to be.

The bond was real
A joining determined by fate
It was something beyond his hopes
A finding of his life's soul mate.

A promise, a vow, a plan, and a dream
And many more plans for all time they shared
Plans for today and tomorrow
And for all of forever that they cared.

But it was a world that was foreign,
In which he was an intruder
A place where people lived with joy
And still into that world he pursued her.

A universe for which he did not know the rules
Where he was not welcome or wanted
He had not been invited nor was he allowed
He was expelled and his very thoughts were haunted
That joining was torn apart
Ripped asunder
Like a flash of lighting
And with the roar of thunder.

The greatest thing he could ever know
The images of dreams he had seen all his life
Had come to him in the flesh
Appeared like a vision through all the strife

That destiny was accepted as his purpose in life
As his reason for ever having brought into being
It was all real and true and right
That was clear to any eyes that could be seeing.

But the world did not agree, and attacked in full force
It struck back and refused that reality
It screamed sin, and duty, and any claim it could find
And hit with all force and self-righteous morality.

And he was expelled from a world
In which he was an unwelcome intruder
A place of peace and joy and bliss
A place where he left his heart forever
He was ripped from his fate, his destiny, his very purpose
Where he was not welcome and never wanted
He was left to wander in the remnants of his dreams
And his thoughts that were haunted
With the brief memories of what could
What should have been.

But life is not made of could have, would have, of should-have-beens
Life is set by rules of the many
Where majority rules to squelch the hopes of others
Where the dreams of one or two do not count as any.

Each make their own reality
Individuals form their own hope and dream
But they can find themselves helpless
When those with the power decide those thoughts to ream.

Destiny and miracles are real
I have seen and experienced their touch
But they can also be ripped away
And hearts and hopes can crush.

And all returns right to the world
The world of the happy and blessed restored
The outsider exiled to another place
Left to wander with the others of the desperate hoard
Those without love, or peace, or hope
With only dreams that they are not allowed to see
With but a brief taste, a tiny touch
Of the life that should be.

G - December 2007