Remembrance, a Poem
Remembering a time…
Wrapped in the soft atmosphere
Of midnight and your arms,
I sat on the beach
And stared into the night sky,
Watching Orion the Hunter,
Hero of the heavens,
Trip over lost love
In his flight across the sky.
Remembering a time…
The sound of laughter echoing
Through corridors of time
As you found me there,
Lost in a fated game,
A pawn, caught by my own desires
And suppressed longing,
Not always knowing
What is and what is not,
Finding a parallel in you,
Another soul seeking -
Perhaps seeking me
But not the hurt I bring.
A time to remember…
Wrapped in the soft atmosphere
Of midnight and your arms,
I will find solace
In the night and in you
Until Eos, her pale fingers
Dripping with pastel dew,
Comes to steal the stars
Forever from the sky.
Kim, this is by far my favorite. It’s inspired with a true and quiet depth. It not forced and it flows beautifully. I just stare at the words and wish that I had written them! It’s perfect.
Beverly said this on February 11, 2009 at 8:31 pm
Thank you! ‘Quiet depth’ and ‘acceptance’ are exactly the feelings I wanted to invoke! This poem was written in the mid 1990s during my ‘year of confusion.’ I think I was finally working out what I wanted, letting go of old relationships, acknowledging that what I wanted and needed was within my reach, I just needed to accept it.
KJ said this on February 13, 2009 at 1:18 pm