that I'll never see you again...
never feel your touch or kiss...
But you surprised me with
a touch of fire in the
setting sun at dusk today.
As I stood watching it
fade into the pewter sky,
I felt a breeze on my cheek...
fingers of air in my hair,
caressing my ripe pink lips
soft as a kiss of sweet release.
Just when I think I'll die
from this sorrow that's been
with me since your death,
you somehow find a way to remind
me of the legacy you left for me,
the thirst of life--the thrill of love
and I embrace you in the forms
you choose to show yourself to me;
the ways you love me even now in death.
Sunset from Teez's front porch...
2 comments:
*speechless* soft applause
You rock, Shere. This is wonderful, and shows how you pick yourself up (with his help) after this kind of tragedy.
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