I sit quiet just listening to our song ,, waiting..
knowing it will come.. just like you promised.
when we walked in fields of gold and just as you said ...
Before that aging stripper dawn casts her glove
of light to earth.. it arrives. My favorite memory,
A vision of our yesterday.. from far beyond the cusp
of paradise where the sun melts into the sky.
Beyond the rainbow
In that abode of the blessed
Far beyond the blue
It comes on tiptoe. Gentle as a kitten,
Tender as a sigh you tumble through the
curtains of my mind ,,, a kindly wind gushing
across my darkness. A song of remembrance,
well sung . In front of me,, my chalice of of fragile tears
still sits. Still full to overflowing with tears of missing you.
My pen, long silent has stopped writing the story of our lives,
A tale as old as time
Where we walked in fields of gold
When the west wind blew,
Days of fear and fascination... back when we were young.
When the earth lay covered in a blanket of summer,
Together then we watched spiders creep down stalks of sunshine.
We talked about forever, caught up in the ebb and flow of
breathing,,, we were unaware of that little black cloud.
Just a thin rag of cloud.. foreboding. dreaded days ahead
Days in the valley
Among the fields of barley
Your whispered goodbye
Days that left me within the resonance of a lonely place
Among the glittering rick of broken dreams. Drawing on the
ebon gloves of grief..While thoughts of you filled all the corners
of my mind. Grief left a stain now visible to all. I am a thing of
rags and patches...alone now in a world of sharp edged winter
shadows,, My only consolation your memory and a small
spot of amber glowing ,, scattering my darkness.
Of the candle flame of our love
Burned out far to soon.!