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Shackles

If the voice in Heaven did speak
His would be the last true voice
To speak and command me to be well
I was born with a broken heart
That formed an invisible shackle
Not fixed by the servant of Heaven
Necessitating a flight to the unknown
Offering a life of hardship

Eager and dutiful daughter
Halo firmly in place
Daddy's dark eyes, and silent smiles,
His large hands so gentle,
As he drew the brush,
Through my hair, soothingly
Qualities that link by link
Chained me in silver shackles

Aged fourteen and now a teen,
His booming voice reverberating through the trees,
Brought forth a deep trembling,
That now feeds the fixation,
For shoes, with clasps like shackles,
And designer shoes at that,

Not quite a woman, at eighteen,
No longer so dutiful to Daddy,
Homeless and isolated, despairing,
Demanding a sacrifice and a maturity,
His love replaced, by marriage,
Sensuality, motherhood and a grownup love,
I switched alleigances, and shackles,
That brought the slave girl to the fore.

Years passed, faded in time,
Twenty-one, Twenty-two and Twenty-eight
DEATH, Death and Death again,
As each child was buried,
In tears and grief,
Scarred my broken heart forever,
As the shackles of iron grew heavier,
Upon my soul.

Time passed and Daddy aged,
Life had exacted a harsh price,
The broken heart now His,
Bearing witness to Heavens gate,
Then His call to come home,
Instantly obeyed, casting off the shackles,
So much for tears and tearing apart,
Traded off to become once more His angel.

Once again willingly by His side,
Life turned topsy turvy,
As Daddy became the small lost child,
The stars in the sky that night,
So beautiful, create another shackle,
Forever, etched on the soul,
Like the sound of the water on the moorings,
As He passed from this world.

Thirty four brought more tears,
Some of immense joy,
A marriage, a son, finally *gasp*
But alas, iron clad shackles formed
As more death, more agony,
Forced a inner retreat,
Forty was a good year,
Another son was born for me,
Golden child, golden shackles.

Today another tragedy,
Dear G*d I miss Him,
And the sons that all lay with Him now,
Beside the second set of deaths,
Of lost baby grandsons,
Enslaving me to this place,
Keeping me dutiful, constant, obedient,
Strong

If the voice in Heaven did speak
His would be the last true voice,
That formed an invisible shackle,
Silver light shackles sometimes,
Iron heavy other times,
A willing slave in shackles.

[psmith]

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One Touch

One touch 

as you lay here, sleeping 
I watch the flickering behind your eyelids 
my hand moves of tis own voilition 
i take the measure of your skin 
with my fingertips 
just one touch 
to know your solidity 
just a little brush across your arm 
to blend my self with you 
in a small, unobtrusive way 
not to wake you 
not to demand your attention 
not to disturb your dreaming 
but simply to stake 
my claim on your next breath 
and the words you would speak to me 

I would wrap my thoughts around you 
and take you with me 
as we fall off the world 
to a place that would allow 
no apologies for needs 
or the wants that surface 
when the dark presses too close 
nor leave any room for sleep 
when imajination becomes more a torment 
than a pleasure 
this constant whirling 
and beckoning of desires 
of words and images from a 
dead past 
overtaken by a future that engulfs now 
and chokes the air 
bringing sharp joyful tears 
from my eyes and leave me trembling 
with just one touch 

my mind holds the memory of you 
in my blood 
in my bones 
in my skin 
in my eyes 
did i dream you into being 
or did my reality separate into 
the half that is alone 
and the half that is missing 
without you? 
as we are lost in our days, working 
we can choose the means of contact 
a phone call hurriedly, urgently 
igniting the senses to be 
left panting and gasping 
to douse me in holy water 
in all its divinity, i praise you 
Amen! Mi Amor! 
but here, in the hours alone, 
as your eyelids flutter in peaceful sleep 
all confusion ended 
with one touch. 

[ p smith© ]

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Come Walk With Me

Come Walk With Me

In my mind
tendrils of memories past
insinuate and insert themselves
in the corners
to root out and cast light upon
them
as my hand presses, whiteknuckled
 
Bent into the bitter wind
here, alone
against the cold hard
brick, mortar and steel handrails
of a bridge
where once
betrothed, You and I gave thanks
 
It was not always thus
where once shone stars
to blanket the night skies
now, is darkness
Your hand tilted
my chin
upwards, to kiss
 
Back into time
memories grab and clutch at me
drawing all
from, away and into
the night
that fateful day
I hear over and over
 
"Come Walk with Me"
 
Along this route We strolled
to this very spot
this bridge
We talked of lovers
of love
of loving
and turned into one another arms
happy
 
The stars still sparkle
time inadfinitum
the water still flows
time inadfinitum
Long must I be alone
time inadfinitum
hands pressed to the handrails
perhaps
 
Rising on tiptoes
the bridge is now
the past
mere memories
You and I
together again
Our bridge a lovers leap
The wind carries Your voice
 
"Come Walk with me"
 

As wind tousled hair, flies
oh cruel and bitter truths
tears blurring the eyes
lovers lost
in time, and distance
his blood spilled
a day best forgotten
 
How many days of regret
must I bear
given up into death's cold clasp
from passerby's
lowered lashes
when I ran towards the sound
of loves last gasp
 
To repeat the day over is all I ask
but alas
never shall I know
the touch
of his smile
or finger to my skin
To hear again
 
"Come walk with me"
 
He said, taking my hand
so I did
but that last day
he smiled, left me to domesticity
some said it was quick
and a painless end
so shall mine be
quick
and an end
 
Feet do not fail me, balanced
bent to the winds cold
lights glimmering reflection
below, on inky water
heartbeats keeping rhythm,
tis time
to let go
 
To fall
the lyrics say
into oblivion
Our bridge
of wishes and dreams
and promises to keep
reaching forward and overbalancing
 
"Come walk with me"


[© psmith]

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One and Hard Won

One and Hard Won

Through the Lord's grace, Our eyes open to find a new day
Brush strokes radiant where we love and pray
Eager to witness life’s paintings unfold
Evidence of His divine greatness that We behold
A sparrow’s trill as it lights upon a fence
The pewter and silver morning inviting raindrops to dance
Of oleander leaves gently touching windowsills
Majestic trees coaxing children to climb and fill
Of the smell of toast and coffee to greet the awakening
The warmth of His body and shallow breathing
Eyes fluttering and dreaming behind closed lids
My dream, His dream, Our dream complete
Is One and hard Won, Two is Too no longer to repeat
All are scenes of wondrous beauty sublime
He and I, shall have all this in time.

[p smith]