I have waited all of my life, where are you?
I have watched many moons go by, seen the
Seasons change outside my window. I have
seen the Tulips bloom in spring, the wild flowers
scatter themselves among the tall grasses and
the young bushes trying to live.
I watched the sparkle of campfires and fireplaces,
watched my body go from firm youthful skin to
wrinkles that I do not recognize, still I wait for you.
Time does exist, lingers in light, darkness, the glow
of a fire in fall, I picture the boats bringing you to
me from the other side of the world, from the island
that is yours alone, I wait for you.
Now, it is time for me to stop my watch and wait,
time for me to turn the page away from dreaming
to reality, you will not come and rescue me from
the life that I have lived. I have stop searching the
horizon, do not look for me, for I shall already be
dead.
The winds of time passes through life, my heart has
taken roots on many shores. It was not destined
for me to have love, it is too late, I have no more
tomorrows. I am the flower whose petals have
blown away in the winds of spring, but, I do hope
that I am remembered when the snow falls.
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“I do hope
that I am remembered when the snow falls.”
You will be. And beyond that!
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Great comment. Thank you. E.
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two thoughts on reading your text: Does not your yearning speak of love that is already within you?
and:
those of us living between cultures, may have our souls blown open for a reason beyond our knowing.
As I am writing, ‘my’ owl nearby has come to greet you.
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Thank you Barbara, a freshness in words speaks loudly. E.
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Beautiful sadness
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