The need for Romantic Love plagues me
despite how hard I try to repress it.
It always reemerges in loneliness.
And the need for romantic love
and female companionship
takes me captive again.
Bob Boyd
Day: March 18, 2024
Crystalline Unicorns
We rode on crystalline unicorns in the afterlife, the unconditional love and the bliss mind blowing beyond words, beyond imagination, beyond anything one can experience in the transient days of impermanent, earthly life. Me temporarily only, an NDE tourist, her, Brianna, luckier, a permanent resident. Bliss beyond measure as we gallop through euphoric Elysian fields, Brianna, my newly discovered soulmate.
Now I know why I never found love true In my earthly existence of near misses. I needed to die to finally find her, not only the woman of my dreams, but the one I’d seen in my dreams before the car wreck that killed me temporarily. And though I miss her I know she’ll wait for me until I die permanently.
Bob Boyd
The Parade
This passing parade of people
you see throughout your life,
some you love, some you hate,
some you barely know.
Some are strangers passing by,
some linger then say goodbye.
Of the many in that parade,
few remain. The rest are
as if dead, gone from
your life forever,
returning never.
Bob Boyd
Dream Love
Met you in a dream.
You were so real.
Fell in love with you.
How could that be?
Didn’t know if I was
dreaming or awake.
Woke up momentarily
wondering if our
love was true.
Then, sadly, I knew
it was just a dream
But O how powerful
the love was.
Will we meet
again tonight?
Bob Boyd