Before our birth we are divided, twoIn one. So heaven prepares us for the stateIn which the sense of where our roots are trueRemains. But still our vision must dictateThe claim of wholeness, so as to show that loveIs worthy of the providence it brings.This garment of flesh in common can moveFamiliarly to be the source love springs.As when at our first meeting we found the placeThat made us one we glimpsed the intended goalThat moved our vision’s urgent journey in bothDirections; at once reflecting heaven’s faceTo prove the semblance of its making whole,
Then hold us both to love’s compelling oath.
2
I recall you had already learned as muchAs any child might do who enters this world.You had a simple innocence of touchIn all you did. Not like one who was hurledFrom some place already broken awayFrom innocence and every gift that mightHarbour love’s intention to outweighWhat ever evil would betray its sight.You were protected all along by a giftIt was your nature to rehearseWith all such innocence as might upliftThe encumbrance of the primeval curse.All is misbegotten that does not share
The gift you had, as easy as breathing air.
3
Was it the sun itself that oversawYour birth, as if the best of spirits knewYour path was meant to shine? The very lawThat brightened where you walked guided so fewThat come this way. Could some remote command,Unknown to most, to your bewilderment,Make you as newly born to be forearmedTo find no less than each heart’s pure intent?Now you have been gone these years timePlays its part to make me wonder, wasIt in Eden we lived, in its paradigmIncarnate on an ungrateful earth: the causeOf how I weary at it now? I’d climb
To you if I could reach those brightening laws.
4
We pass as all things born must do,As in a dream, fixed heaven beyondWhile all things arduous renewTheir hold to provoke how we respond.Yet hand in hand we walked to makeA life that wove a bond betweenUs, letting such challenges breakNo resolve we’d not foreseen.What of that dream; the very placeThat anchored our resolve to spendOur time together and so retraceWith certain footing as we ascend?Now you are gone I retrace the ascent
Alone, knowing each step’s intent.
5
Memory makes play to simplify eventsLong past while we remain to play its game.But that cannot be all since it preventsAll disembodiment to stake its claim.Recalling how we met my memoryGrows complex with the weight my heart must hold.We loved and found such magnanimityThat time could not account for or enfold.Such disembodiment as is now your stateMakes love no less a challenge I must meet;But not as play as time commands. Of lateThe rules we play by are timeless and complete.Memory watches over us only to play
At making our love its lasting protégé.
6
A full sun shone the day you went. DespiteThe intervening years there grief still shines.The place you left remains as does the lightYou bought to it to defy what time defines.Now every moment lost to absence plantsFresh grounds of loneliness among the wasteOf years we’ve spent apart. That same light slantsAcross the memories each moment traced.But such austerity is never the end.The sun holds by its nature an antidoteTo interrupted love such as ours had found.Light builds a timeless vision to extendBeyond the place death’s kingdom finds remote.
In just such hidden light is love’s true ground.
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Your going made it a day of days.Such was its nature it made playTo match the brightness of the lifeYou lead. Your gentle face at easeUpon the pillow seemingly to shunThose cares as latterly, at times,Had cast a sun-denying shadeAcross a face that of itselfCould bring such brightness to those daysWhen others struggled with darkening hoursOf sorrow and despair. You shoneAs was your gift from natural grace.Your long held peace still shines to prove
Death has no mastery over the light.
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I need a lasting image of your faceTo hold against erosion of the days.If time has never offered its good graceTo show me what it is I’m apt to praise,I’m left to roam in memory through timeTo search for one indelible image heldThere, seeking to make its presence rhymeWith words and images unparalleled.How could my works compete with nature’s art?An art your face was sent to challenge – defeatIt never knew. What it spelled out my heartMust use to make my composition complete.Love crafts an image when married to speech;
Your face could match any words within my reach.
9
No day has come but what you haveA place among my thoughts. That dayYou left is as today and allThe earlier sorrows hold me still.It is as if my heart is loathTo lose the least expenditureOf what we shared in years that nowHave gathered in a depth of loss,Like seedlings planted out to growAnd flower the more to proveThat what they show can have a lifeBeyond the consecrated earthThat holds you, living still, if not
As flesh, no less to prove love real.
10
As one who works with words I findMy tongue still struggles to describe your face.How can it be the hours, days and monthsWe shared could so erase what I prized most?Yet time can truly unmask what time displays;Enough to question whether the senses bringAmple conviction to what we think is real.What’s real enough, sense aside, is you.This must be so since something of you I heldSo dear those years ago returns to me.Then I could not believe you real without flesh,But now time filters what’s ephemeralTo let love show a solid presence time
Cannot defeat. You are with me still.
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