I Cannot Let You Go
.....soaring into the sun|
photography by girl tripped
Let the good earth cover you now,
like the blankets that covered us
when I was afraid of the dark,
when your knock-knock jokes
and bedtime prayers kept us
anchored until morning,
or let's go back to Myrtle Beach,
where you motioned to me
from a sunflash of waves,
and I forgot my fear of water.
My savior, you could not save yourself,
swept in a series of addictions
like those others whose graves
are honored with cigarettes
and empty beer cans.
“But they that wait upon the Lord
shall mount up with wings as eagles..”
I cannot let you go soaring into the sun
on eagles' wings – but I can let you
float swanlike on golden waters.
I can cling to dreams of graceful swims
as you beckon a far-off embrace.
For my sister Connie
July 16, 1959 - Sept 20, 2008
By Lisa Lindsey
© 2012 Lisa Lindsey
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