As people we are not just halves of souls
Do not pursue completion as but one.
We’ll find security in our own roles
And we’ll be stronger than when we’d begun.
Our time together moves too quickly, dear.
Since time itself we sorrowfully lack
I would not hesitate to hold you near
To never feel alone, mislaid in black
Lo, in the end it’s all irrelevant,
But insignificance is tractable
When holding you my love, so elegant.
Around you my concerns are placable.
Combined there’s nothing we won’t rise above
We needn’t feel afraid of lust nor love
I looked into the face of my late mother,
and from her pure, placable eyes
I saw the light
reflected
from the paradise hearth.
I am kneeling beside her deathbed,
ardently looking at the sky, praying to the
guardian angel
to lend its wings to the soul that fell asleep,
so it would
fly into the sky, too.
But the coffin is closing,
and the night wind, a sullen and very austere
guardian,
wakes in his watchtower,
as if tending to a hungry death.
I held my hand upon her heart,
and a silent tear slid onto her
face,
sparkling like the morning dew.
In my chest, my heart is beating so coldly.
In this state, some higher Invisible hand
could have animated me
to set my sight at the
sky;
to set my hope at the
sky
where we shall meet.
© Walter William Safar 2010
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