Whispering Love
A low wind rises
tracing earth colors
on canvas
under your fingers
the bottoms of our love
interweaves.
Your laughter
reverberates
like an evening of wine
on a set table
without a glass.
Your shadow on the wall
drinking and saluting
our love, forever.
Shadowy tattoo
a curling snake
your signature.
Your low wind rises
beyond the walls
of remembrance,
whispering.
Your whisper slips
through the cracks
nothing else between us.
Ascend the high wind
of love and
set the table straight.
But be careful of the
dog that bites you
along the way
Your whispers haunt me so often
gusts past my wall.
You remind me of the days
when we thought being here and now
was enough for us.
We were young and carefree,
We thought we were invulnerable,
We didn't distrust time.
You remind me of our promises,
that our love would live forever
beyond eternity.
But we ran too fast,
time caught up with us
and out path separated.
Your whisper is now
an old joke that
has outlived its usefulness.
Yet I am its easy prey
listening with attentive ears
forever.
Today at bookstore
I looked for a manual
on how to bury your love, in vain.
For love is love and not to be burdened
by definitions, in hot and cold furnaces
apart.
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