I Did Not Leave In Time

I have absorbed your words I have drank your voice My heart has cried For the bondage of your choice There aren't enough hues or shades To express the color of grief I've ran out of blacks and blues Reds and purples hold no relief If I were a painter I would never frame you or hang you on my wall I would incorporate your flow Into the Niagra of my fall .....oh the splattering, shattering, scattering of my broken soul..... Boats come to view the great wonder They feel the power of the rush But they can not comprehend The magnanimous pressure of the crush We bathed, unencumbered, in deep waters Capturing and enjoying each others essence Free to have lack and need The fullness of another's presence You were never mine to have I trembled under your exuberant praise You touched my words with your golden scepter And became the eternity in my days Circumstances have moved us apart But I know I did not leave in time Your life may belong to her But your heart lies at peace in mine Written by Trudy Schrader on 2-4-11 Note: He was my mentor. There was no way we could have known that the sharing of words would lead to regions in our hearts that had never been explored. The depth of intimacy is proving to be extremely difficult to express. I can not mourn this loss, nor can he, because we can not acknowledge the existence or the depth of intimacy between us. If only we had known...alas, this lesson of love could not have been avoided.