an inept attempt to share with you this man I loved and love so much. My heart beats, my lungs breathe, my throat thirsts, my arms ache, my body longs for him as my spirit needs him. I love him endlessly.
Forever His
Even the sun rains now that the world is upside down
and the heart of the earth is torn as misery is born
Tears are liquid love pouring from the spirit of the Hero
who loved like no other-- who was father, brother,
or lover to all who knew him well. Romance real and
purely his mark, his way of being, his eternal meaning
always was and will be the writer of beautiful
thought-filled poetry. With never a liein a word or deed,
he'd share the truth of the ages in his scribed historical
pages and then of those times of fishing,
his wishing to again to be with his best friend.
Well, now in his end on this earth, he is there by his side
fishing on the fly with not so much said between the two,
just the enjoyment of friendship that grew on the fertile
banks of soft streams and rivers plentiful with the bounty
which was their quest. However, becauseof his tenderness,
he would gently remove the hold and set them free
to swim along banks of croaking frogs and toads.
He could tell what trees were there and the birds
that sing their share of enduring songs. He knew
what nature was and where it belonged
as he simply enjoyed the freshness, the purest pleasures,
of just belonging.
Now I have been so blessed by the sweetness of his
love sent from above to bring happiness in times
of stress and sorrow. Oh, how I wish for one more
tomorrow to show him how much I love him.
But all that is left now is the poetry, the loved shared,
and his presence which surrounds me.
When I hear a cardinal, I think of him. When I look at
houses in my neighborhood, I remember how we both
hoped we could buy one some day and make our
loving home there. We never got to carve our name
into a tree but his love will always be the part of me
I hold most dear. He was so sincere, so real,
so full of love, of romance and if I was given one last chance
we would dance that dance we had both longed to sway
holding on to each other in love. His size was so perfect
for me. I fit right beneath his chin and his arms would
reach around me like I was thin. And, even though I wasn't,
he said I was just right in his sight.
His beautiful green eyes, his long dark eye lashes,
his wonderfully full lips and strong square chin
would take my breath away leaving me with a sigh
of adoration and love. When he wrote to me his poetry,
I was alive with love. He turned my sadness into
supreme gladness and I will forever love him.
For he is my last romantic hero and my first and only
real love.
Forever His,
Katherine
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-05-17 at 07:51
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