At Last, Eternally Yours
My love,
We saw the last of each other, holding hands and dying.
Memories flashing ever so familiar, from past lives.
From a time together walking with Jesus in the Holy City,
From a time together watching Michelangelo carve David,
From a time together dancing the ball of Bonaparte,
From a time making love on a yacht in Monte Carlo,
Tears fall from our loved ones left behind,
as more and more remembrances are recalled.
Returning to dust, our closed eyes open upon heaven.
We reappear, unknown to each other, oceans apart.
No longer able to speak, no longer able to feel.
Gazing below, seeing people walking, watching us,
dancing, sailing and making love,
living life the way we once lived.
We continued to gaze deeper onto our reflections,
And upon the sea, we found we were both birds,
flying together into the same horizon.
With more memories yet to be written,
At last...
Eternally yours...
Copyright © R.G. Inigo | Year Posted 2008
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