The Following was written by local Toledo poet Thomas McKinney
I walk in a forest wet with dew
and I see you standing there
where a beam of light breaks thru the trees.
You greet me with a sweet hello.
But you speak no more to me.
I see you pass by aloof,
I see you by the cliffs of the sea.
Pomona you are always shrouded in mist.
If only I knew you saw me too.
I dream of you as I lay in darkest night.
The dream I dream for us Pomona,
is to walk with no one but ourselves
into the deepest woods.
Into darkness, alone.
That you would break your silence
as we recline by an abandoned fount
on a bed of strange flowers
that only we know the name of.
That you would hold me tight in your arms.
That I could kiss
that lovely snow white almost porcelain cheek.
That I could see the blush
of a young girl play across
that white landscape.
That I could clasp lovely,
alone in the shadows
of that wood where none could see.
You would call me sweet.
You would tell me
never to go from your arms.
We two could recline as if in reverie,
a lovely mist covered dream
as old as time without end.
And I want to know, Pomona.
I want you to tell me
your deepest fears.
I want you to draw closer.
I want to hold you tighter.
As we lay together
and gaze at the leaves above us.
I want to touch one moment
your milk white breasts
and the next your ample stomach.
To kiss your alabaster neck
and nestle in your golden hair.
To hear you moan
and see you swoon.
Sadly, it’s all a dream.
To know you at least saw
my charms as well,
would be worth the cosmos.
Years will pass,
years have past,
and we will never know each other.