My Darling
My fingers brush aside the Sandman’s sleep as I awaken on this dewy-morn, to find myself engulfed in
an awe-inspiring ray-of-light…a comforting light, that appears to radiate not from the rising sun, but
from within thee my love; it truly is a most spectacular vision to behold. In my grieving mind and
cobwebbed delusional being, I see you laying here beside me. My eyes interrogate your spectral
beauty, as I gaze into your delicately mastered, smiling face. I am tempted to murmur my feelings, but
meager words seem so imprecise and escape in a blank-ness that darkens the path as to what such
words I can say. In all of those other mournful moments of time, that I wanted to say what you were
to me, and what you meant to me, became just jumbled words that stumbled off my tongue. I don’t
know how much time we really have together in this, now, our own sanctum-of-closeness.
I only know that for the present, we…us, shall prevail as one on this earthly sphere of illusional
dreams, and I can only hope and pray that in a future moment, we will find ourselves together once
again, in a more beautiful and wondrously serene place of peace. Therefore, I shall try, as try I might,
to speak my tranquil thoughts that I have of you, perhaps in quiet church whispers…perhaps. So on
this day of a year past by, and with my tenacious cowardly-lions’ courage mustered with memories of
you provoked in my thought, I now profess to you my undying sentiment. I say this quite easily now,
with just this simple phrase that flows from my hallowed mind, as smoothly as a spring-thawed brook
that ripples from the deepest reaches of my heart, “My Darling, I Love you…I truly Love you!”
Copyright © Michael P Walsh | Year Posted 2011
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