Did mountains break or rivers dry
That day I came to call?
Did Heaven move or angels sigh,
And did the rain clouds fall?
If no, then know we are not 'right' -
More moth than butterfly;
And understand our fruitless plight -
The truth behind the lie.
I never meant to stoke the flame
And give you hope untrue,
But sometimes sun is doused by rain
And tarnish mars the blue.
No mountain broke, or river dried
That day I came to call,
But in due course and by and by
You'll navigate this squall.
There's such sincerity in this (as your other poems, not just calling this one out). I felt this reassurance, that this love was honest and at the time, something that you thought would be everlasting, but as time goes by and life unfolds, other things take place. "The truth behind the lie" made me think of how our emotions guide us into perhaps thinking there is a flame that will always be there, even if parts of ourselves admit this isn't "destiny", that there will be other loves in our lives.
Ben, I have always admired your style of writing there's always something about that has made me love it even if sometimes I don't know what some of the words mean and have to look them up. Anyway this piece is no different and it oozes a wonderful tale through your beautifully crafted rhyme, well done. Em x