03.19.2009
I’ve noticed that I’m apt to be reflective and sentimental during lulls from activities dictated by necessity (my job, household chores, etc.). My views change from mundane, trivial, to one that is pure love and appreciation of spiritually uplifting and aesthetic things.
During one such lull, I was suddenly overpowered by an intense longing for those whom I hold dear, most especially those with whom I could not be with.
I wrote this poem for them:
A Love Poem
For whatever it’s worth
To declare that
I hug you in my dreams,
And summon memories
Of our togetherness
In my space and solitude;
Time is swift, and
Life is fleeting, and
I may not look into
Your eyes or hold
Your hand again;
You or I
May choose to go, or
Against our wishes,
Be called to leave,
Without so much as even
A glance back
At the ghostly trails we create
In time, or the yellowed pages
With fading words I wrote.
I’ve noticed that I’m apt to be reflective and sentimental during lulls from activities dictated by necessity (my job, household chores, etc.). My views change from mundane, trivial, to one that is pure love and appreciation of spiritually uplifting and aesthetic things.
During one such lull, I was suddenly overpowered by an intense longing for those whom I hold dear, most especially those with whom I could not be with.
I wrote this poem for them:
A Love Poem
For whatever it’s worth
To declare that
I hug you in my dreams,
And summon memories
Of our togetherness
In my space and solitude;
Time is swift, and
Life is fleeting, and
I may not look into
Your eyes or hold
Your hand again;
You or I
May choose to go, or
Against our wishes,
Be called to leave,
Without so much as even
A glance back
At the ghostly trails we create
In time, or the yellowed pages
With fading words I wrote.
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