It’s interesting. This poem started of with the intention of being a lighthearted look at the sort of a person who would look at Shangri-La an think that all it’s missing is a casino. By the time, my pen hit paper, it became a reflection on how I felt after the end of a recent relationship. To say that I fell on dark days would be to, I think, say far too little and yet more than I could say until I had healed a bit from the experience.
Felt (The Loss of Shangri-La) by Michael Romani Once upon a time, when you were mine It was like walking on star-shine A glowing laugh in every minute As long as you were in it Some people can live a lifetime Eased back into a slow rhyme There in that solitary moment Wondering what it all meant Accepting their lot in happiness Dancing with you was my bliss It's this and your touch and kiss Among the treasures that I most miss And I don't know how I'm to do it To live life without your blues in it When I close my eyes It truly comes as no surprise That I still see your face Longing for your sweet embrace I watched as you played the world in laughter Knowing where I belonged forever after Never dreaming that I would wake up To find the point of our break up While you tell me how easy this is for me Every breath without you burns inside me Sleepless nights spent in thought Of having lost what I had always sought I silently watch your path from afar A mystical, magical flow like a rising star The loneliness that I felt, indwelt at great cost Since that moment I realized all I had lost Is like a darkness from which I don't awake And when I do what I feel is my soul shake It's a strange feeling that kills my word flow My light grows dim cast into increasing shadow As if gazing on Shangri-La has become a burden And despite all the beauty, I'm simply hurting This much pain should be forbidden to anyone Where every step feels like it could be the last one One day this may be like a rite of passage through To all that's right and all that's true They say this pain builds a better man But, who will put me back together again... if they can? (c) January 17, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved