Loss

Loss comes from Letting go of that thing You’ve held onto for far too long Clinging to the edges of garments The rims of plates and cups The borders of hand-me-down Boots, blankets, quilts Powerful pieces of yesterday Reaching into tomorrow With a strength that feels Like fierce truth layered with Warm rays of light and laughter Love that lives in a reminiscence Loss comes from Clinging too tightly to that thing You should have let go of long ago Before the rust and dust and lust Allowed it’s surface to become stained With tears, fears and years of pain Sorrows flow through the crimson veins Of details and stories that whisper Hues of clarity, painted vibrantly With brilliant dreams and rays of peace Breathing through the sunrise Lighting the dewdrops that begin to let go Of the leaves and petals they’ve been Gripping so desperate to remain On the surface of that lively stem Loss comes from The longing of a heart to keep beating In rhythm with the one who it’s pleading To share its life with, forever, always Alive to the dance that breaks out In waves of sapphire and emerald Splashing up on beaches with passion Enthusiastic and dreaming of the day When there will never be another Going away, leaving, loss Of the feeling that is A gift of intimacy, sensitive A thrilling wonder, a silent sensation Making love to the past With an embrace from the here and now