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Ode Morning’s dawn comes through my window The same way it has for years now But, this day it brings on it’s wings A deed to lay at my feet That I have been avoiding A deed that no longer can wait This is the day I have dreamed of, The day I have dreaded It is the day I must confront It is the day I must allow To confront me My feet are weighted From the fullness of a heavy load Carried much too long They shift and twist And try to find something secure To stand upon While my body and spirit Try to adjust In preparedness Of accepting the loss of life The loss of you I miss you Sometimes I cannot push your memory aside It comes at me, unexpectedly From nowhere It attacks my senses with desires so strong That the sheer pain from longing Bursts through the locked gates Of abandoned reason. I cannot fight as the whirlpool floods the tunnel of my being Bashing my heart Against the wall of emptiness I need you Never before have I said these words With as much sincerity As much urgency As much conviction As much realization Never before have these words hurt so Now said to an empty chair Now said to an escaping dream Now said to be unfulfilled This is why I must face this day As your memory is precious And not meant to be shared With prideful pain Not meant to be melted into it’s boiling water Where it will drown And resurface years later Stained and disfigured Your memory is precious And must be kept whole I can now allow the moment to arrive When the dream must end And I must see you in the mist of our days And in the glory of yours now Your hair flows free from your face Unleashed by the wind of tranquility No shadow of pain crosses your brow No wetness of fear falls from your eye No plea for relief escapes your lips You are complete You are complete I am stilled as I watch your vision illuminate from within You are free Being filled with the light of peace The scene is hushed By your tranquil hand extending towards me You are showing me, Yes…. I know now You are at rest And I can finally agree with your desire For me to be also |
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