she died

instead

within her head

no longer wed

to the painfully fed

 lies usefully played

despicably said

to unleash the frayed

and feverishly led

 

matted red

thickly betrayed

 hearts of Alliances

falsely laid

 

just another cast replayed

no longer undecided, afraid

                                             she turned away and laid                                        

     down the long-delayed

 

riding the emotional raid  

she took up her LIFE unmade

now to become the LIFE

She saved.

                                                                       

-rumorsofme-

 

Then there were three...
Beautiful miracles given to me.

                        


                                      Once Upon A Time,

 I had cause to climb
To reach beyond my grasp
To pull from within
A Life, made up fast.

Children grow up,
Lovers change, then disappear
And we are shocked  with only
A mirror to document our fear.

Soon, though slowly, our memories
Are less and less clear
And we hang onto  sunnier times
When laughter and risks wore dear.

Don't tell me to pray
Or reinvent new ways
Of living when the core of my giving
Has been sharply pierced by empty days.

Tears chocking in acid burns
Reducing mindless crying
Over Loss after Loss we cannot prevent
The cost of too little time
When we were meant to
 relish all that did shine.
And it did -- didn't it?
...sometimes?

I only hope you have a memory or two
When you felt just a tinge of happiness true
From friendships made - though cost you too
That is how we learn about Trust
From tentative steps to belief in what you do
And what you must.

Now passageways open anew
Some live on time...Time lives on some
There is no other way but to learn from how we grew
And reinvest this priceless knowledge for another one.

I knew your Mother and she talked to me
In long nights of despair
Worrying how you all  were going to get there.
She so wanted to stay at  home,
Tending the Garden of  the blossoming
Singular, Distinctive, learning to roam
On your own.

And while that was not to be
I know she felt  the best days of her life
Were spent in trying to learn what a father should be teaching you
And while pretty much making a mess, she pushed herself and her body away.

All the while proclaiming  what she had to do
Looking more than you will ever know for calmer waters
To swim through,
Yet to remain stern, unmoving in dedication that you LEARN
What she herself  did not know
All of loving, giving, how to slide from high to low.
Because she knew the day would come for you to go.

All the while our small little boat so difficult to row
Into stormy gales, covering edgy and  winsome trails.
Lighting the darkness with your inner light
For love of you, she fought  for something right.

In your aging days, regardless the play
May you  find compassion in your heart.
Know she loved you more than any words would convey.
And so hopes you show your life through
That you got the message, over and over again.
"I love you."

...and then there were three
Running feet, all but crying,
Laughing to beats of endless trying
Wondering what could be?
For this wonder of Life sighing?

She held you tight against the
High waves slapping.
Finally letting you go,
To break the barriers trapping.

And sail your dreams
Into a reverent, intent sea.
Realizing that it was you all along
Where she wanted to be...to belong.

       ~rom~


    

His bittersweet connections that brought the gift of loving to me, gives on today.
he who honors the wealth of his beloved never wants
anxious mercy for the clay
or other than the only habitation that changes day to day,
year to year, or any lifetime nexus we could barter away.
what piercing pain cannot hold near, branches upward to fall into
  what may...
                                   ***
He sought the sight of beauty lying, craving the mysterious birth of dying,
between unseen harbors he felt the betray
that leaves the heart in a seeded, mortal decay
of how we are led for some seeming-----ever pain,
for which is Life to Life
and back again.
                                ***
therein walks he whose honor is above the
the fragmented fray
whose body is a forever deep, aching for sleep
no longer cradled by some Sun's split ray.

                             ***
For me, I pause to linger in a wind's breath
desiring only that he's come for me
for while I wait, and I will wait...
alone will become my unwanted
companion cast
as I strain to hear familiar again
and finally feel the warmth of blood's
restoring stain.
                           ***
Just once more, one more time again!
  cries the unhealed within.

~freedomschild~

 "Ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."   Kahlil Gibran

midnight sun
"Love is everything it is cracked up to be...it is really worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for."  Erica Jong

                                                                                                                                                                                                        

 

     "Our  souls are love and a continual farewell..."   YEATS
             

~did you~



...you didn't, did you?
mean to hurt me so,
to crush my dreams beneath
any meaning, unworthy of
this world seeming?

...I've never intentionally broken
another's Soul, or Dreams
nor scattered to dust...
the very breath that exacts the toll
and turns the sea to rust.

...yes, perhaps mine are not
of wealth, power or fame,
raised in reliefs
and gold's retiring lot
or in bronze and silver named

mine are
built upon the tears and fears
of frightened children's tears
forever I will not deny
the Truth of my lived years

...feeling only was I,
in spite of inner summons that
cranked out the noise, beware!
" One moves among you
Whose end is not to care."

...but I pretended not to hear
preferring only to remember
your body warm, nearing,
the rise and fall of sweet September
drunk with aged wine, I lay in flames endearing

...We were a story not yet told
a wave just barely breaking,
crashing the young with the old
with the timeless wonder of each
new and border less Soul

...tomorrow we would cry
as sails on the horizon
loomed larger in our eyes
bearing the promise
of Destinies meant
only for good-byes


~rom~