In the absence of
I cannot help but think of thee.
Though light caress the earth before me
outlining bush and gentle curves
in muted evening colors,
subtle candy to the eye,
my thoughts hark back
to light within your eyes,
upon a quip or tease,
or loving touch of arm
your ruddy cheek devine.
So are the words of countless lovers
departed from their home,
dating back to old Odysseus
and his beloved Penelope.
But is it true?
How can it be?
What chord was struck
when last together
that it still resounds
within our hearts
no matter distance
nor length of time apart?
So too the bird and fish and butterflies
remember home when temps do turn
and light in midst of day
is edged far down.
'Tis time to chase the sun
and find connection in the dark
so the dream of life
with all it promises
may gather strength,
burst forth again,
resuming wandering foraging ventures
more ever far and wide.
'Tis evidence of strings we all do feel
limiting and binding us
to from wherever we have come.
Though new alliances sometimes are formed
we cannot divest complete connection
from all the scarring
nor endearing
that attaches us to past.
They haunt and tug at us
no matter distance we have roamed
nor compellingly new
that we have found.
Of attachments freshly made
the strongest will in full include
all the dalliances of our past,
paying homage, or poking fun,
all in process of rebuilding
a thing that's more substantial
more inclusive
more of purpose
more inspired,
determined to make real
all the promise we do feel.
If have the chance
give listen,
or a read,
to The Happy Prince
by Oscar Wilde.
Though sad so sad
it does remind
not all is lost
when greater worthy purpose
does inspire.
To all is wished a happy day
both now
and on the new.
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